I was walking away from the mirror,
I was walking away from my shadow,
I wanted to fade away in terror,
I listened to my sky and its bellow..
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A night with a drunk ghost,
A journey into the dark forests of hope.
A wait for the one who shall descend from the thin air
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It is here since i thought it is here,
It will be here till i think it is here,
Captured in the web of my thought,
Captures the course of my mind.
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Every time i think that this is the destination,
Everytime i think that this is the end....of my search,
Everytime i think that this is here to stay,
Life reminds me that its all a mirage that i see.
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The rice is cooling down, (then it wont taste good) .
The soup is getting cold, (I know you don't like soups) ,
The fish is very good to taste, (I know you don't eat fish) ,
The chocolate ice-cream is great! (Oh! ..sorry..I forgot that you like vanilla)
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The Voice
I was walking away from the mirror,
I was walking away from my shadow,
I wanted to fade away in terror,
I listened to my sky and its bellow..
It was an epiphany from within,
Born beyond my mortal self,
It was from a crescendo of hopes,
Which untill now had lead me nowhere.
I heard a voice,
As if from the mirror but floating from far away,
A quaint music from far way lands settled into my flute,
A clear dictum set in sincere tune,
A verdict in the winds of the lonely afternoon
Floating down the rolling hill and valleys,
A voice that tore,
through the quagmires of insecurities,
A voice that rebuilt,
the forlorn mansion of reason.
A voice that supported,
the despondent recluse.
I walked back to the mirror,
The echoes of that voice still resonate,
As I walk on this dreary path,
The voice sings on its own accord,
And I walk along, And I walk on.
The voice sings on.
Great work.... Keep writing... There is tremendous potential in you....