There is nothing truer about me than my poetry. Wherever I see loneliness, I spin some words and watch them as they dance in solitude; and sometimes, I dance with them too; and sometimes, I listen to myself n say, "WTF is he saying?!?!"
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Saturday, May 24, 2014
Two Eagles soar across the sky
Amidst rainclouds, thunder and wind.
They circle through the stormy gale,
Drawn to each other in flight;
Bound together by a cosmic plan
Journeying for love and hope.
Then Time rings the bell,
The weather gets rough,
And each must go their way.
So they sail fearlessly one last time;
They dance without care as time tolls by,
Holding each other tight, till they must let go;
Sighing in peace, finding themselves again;
Waiting for the stars to be right again;