It Drizzles Again….. Poem by Cyclopseven R

It drizzles again tonight
where i stay overnight
a place i called a temporal nest
my body - the hut which will soon ripe to harvest.

Cool wind of angelic countenance
whispers the breeze of peace into the soul
holding me by hand, we walk side by side
chanting the sounds of the ocean deep.

Meanwhile, yesterday’s song echoes from far,
the memories buried in time
revealing the sentiments within a reverie
in this dream that i call life.

Though i am fully awaken to my naked eyes
but seeing not me with that eyes,
sadness prevailed and in anguish i wail
take me away my lord
take me now to your aboard
I am pained to see
this very own eyes of mine
turn their sight away from me.

The past that is beyond anyone’s reach
waddles its way without a gesture, and,
i know for sure tonight’s drizzle
will soon invite a river
for my heart is burdened again
and the breeze that the wind brought
began to pull the chord of hope
from the remaining strength.

And this tree may fall again
once more;
to learn how to grow again.

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