musing
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The distance between us grow wider with each passing day. I keep exchanging my empty days with the nights, but these nights yield nothing but darkness stretching into emptiness. I don't see a single star in the vast sky above.
In the lines on your palms
God had writ my fate.
Awake!
And come to me,
This night is not over yet.
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Moments
Fall off from time,
But before they can bloom,
They're gone, leaving memories
Behind.
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O Breeze!
Write these whispers,
On your wings, and convey
To her in heaven; there she waits
For me.
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The meaning
Is so unclear
And yet plain
A true paradox
This simple word
It traps me
Stabs me
Gives me bliss
Makes me feel
As light as a feather
It makes me vulnerable
I feel that I should write but I don't know what to say
I'm not sure how I feel on this glorious day
On one hand, it's good to be alive
Then again, I can't seem to make up my mind
I watch from inside as the afternoon breeze flows through
The lush green leaves of the overhanging trees out front
I hear from my desk the hum of airplanes flying high
And the snap of the flag in the sky to the side
He looked as if he was transported from a Druidic circle of stones during days long past.
