Real meA Poem by RESWARComing into my own..
The trees beckon
I run, run deep within I pant, I breathe the air in the mellow breeze I have come of my own And I love this being I am free at last No shackles will hold I have a calling here a something feel as real as can be I laugh, I guffaw The river yonder Has no face to see I gush at the joy, its anonymous me the blood on my toes the pain in my stomach nothing can hold my low, my high I have come into my own Its me, its me..! © 2011 RESWAR |
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2 Reviews Added on December 29, 2010 Last Updated on January 2, 2011 AuthorRESWARIndiaAboutI started writing poetry around couple of years ago. I love the play of words and it is a natural progression for the artist in me. I love all things creative and pursue this as a serious hobby. I hat.. more..Writing
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