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Part of it was taken from a poem I wrote in Jun 1996. I have rewritten this one to give a different meaning and be a shorter version of the previous poem.
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My world whirling in the four corners of my bed Tossed and turned on my crumpled sheets I closed my eyes – my mind shut from the outside world I took a deep breath – to feel the thumping of my heart In silence – counted the beat of my pulse As I opened my
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A poem written for a friend who fel in love with friend. Are you willing to take the risk and your friendship?
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The sunset wrapped the day in animated colours A scenic sight to end the day of rush and surge While the moon starts rising to a crescendo of light A spark of rhythm and drumbeat echoes along Capturing the subdued soul of the daylight’s hymn. The resonant moon glare in the orbit’s shanty Painting a
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So many questions – doubts and fears clouding her mind The why’s and the how’s creeping inside – it makes no sense at all The what’s and the where’s – blocking every thoughts blurring her sanity The could it be’s and the maybe’s – wavering like the seas crushing every sand castles delicately made And
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The dawn breaks with a glimmer of the moonlight The smell of fresh dew moistens the air The soft breeze cupped my face – calm and collected As I closed my eyes to embrace the new day A smile traces like a serene hymn of my every heartbeat. The vastness of the skies gently beckons
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Say it… In silence I stared vacantly in space – shocked at what I am hearing I feel numb and calloused as my eyes starts to fill with tears I am trying to shake off that feeling of disgust and betrayal Of what you have just said – I can’t believe you really said it.
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A little… Let a teardrop fill the emptiness Let me wonder how lonely must I’ve been With all this pain in my heart And the misery of my soul I wish your gentle touch can fade them away That my soul may be set free From a shadow of fear…of doubts From the clutches of
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Old keepsakes…new meaning.
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Written during a dark wintertime…feeling depressed and low…hoping Spring comes to a new beginning and a fresh start of life.
Choices, Chances and Changes 