The sense in being, I am comatose,
and the fern of your words spores through me.
I await to decide my propose,
before it silently floats to sea.
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A desired breeze fogged with denial,
it reckons on my continuous welcoming –
what we imagine sings tunes so vile,
while we notice what we are becoming.
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Cry! I clapped through wooded fences,
requiring solution to your deafening melodies.
I foresee your lack of senses,
but forgiving – you destroyed my enemies.
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Our notion defies our contrast,
why the change, why the shame?
If we don’t gain, we learn from past,
we can go on without the blame.
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If a heart desires, it perseveres,
without counting the broken pieces
it restores to try and fully heal –
it destroys the lost, it regains its peace.
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It is what it is
what is it?
it is what it finds
a reason to be.
A reason to be heard, felt and desired. That’s the reason we all seek is it not?
Actually, I was talking about choosing the right pizza toppings :p…just kidding!! In all seriousness, that’s exactly it :D. Although, there are times when we seek it at the wrong time
True that too, then again there are times when I do choose two toppings 😛😛
A beautiful capture too, the clouds!