Lisbeth Sebastian Poems

The spring of my life is fading away...
I can feel the rustle of the falling leaves of autumn,
Just round the corner.
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I was known as the boy of the school
Until the time I graduated high school.
They were proud to have a boy in school
As ours was a girl's high school.
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She was an artist; he was a connoisseur

She was a writer; he was a voracious reader
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I did hold on to him tightly
Even when I knew the grip was slipping
I wanted to make myself believe
That it was all a big bad joke.
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She yearned to soar high
She wanted to pluck the moon flower
She dreamt of flying on albatross's wings
She wanted to swim in the ocean, till the end of the world.
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