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You know what I am thinking?
I am thinking you are pitiful...
Not even a single inking,
of how beautiful life can be.
I am looking up at you,
a..
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Who do you think you are?
Up high and mighty in the sky,
teasing the Gods and mortals alike.
A radiant beauty on velvet’s sky...
Songs and..
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Sitting here all alone and yet…
Yet something is here, with me
Putting my head over my folded arms
Arms on my drawn up knees
What is that..
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Pieces of words, feelings,
a teardrop, the sound of laughter.
The sun, the moon...
Night is day, day is night,
two sides of a coin, ever balan..
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Gazing out to the ocean,
the horizon, waiting...
A lady in pastel colours, everyday
a different colour
The rain sneaks up behind...
brushing her ..
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Poets give words and paint a tapestry of life in a piece of simple white paper,
A way to preserve and re-life that particular moment in time; preserv..
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A lone note playing in the distance,
Vibrating thru your soul…
The cry of a violin,
The bow pulled across its neck.
A melody, a symphony ..
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Here I am, sitting here listening…
The Rain is singing, a lovely melody.
The drops telling a tale with their voices.
The Wind dancing, car..
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A road is in front of me,
The road leads inwards.
Inwards to my soul, my heart.
A glittering, shimmering road.
Not a road of stars.
No, it’..
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Night falls…
I lose my sanity.
Emotions wash over me,
Breaking me.
Tears fall for no apparent reason.
No explanation, nothing!
The su..
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