Two best friends are we,
sitting together so playfully...
we have so much fun,
...
Two pathways for one journey...
a start from two to one
and the journey has just begun...
...
This sad kind of feeling washes over me...
subdued in hues of blues and grays.
When the struggle is over
when at last i am free...
...
My pain is my own.
Here by my own doing.
My pain is me.
...
Falling droplets from the tree
graced from heaven
they shall be...
...
When self doubt is harbored there...
my mind is a terrible place.
When the pain of love is a deep scar...
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Walking off into the sunset,
my thoughts and me...
warming to the idea,
of who I am, you see?
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Pebbles on the shore.
Rocks from the sea.
Their existence reaching back from the depths of time,
An era of another life
...
~The place where one originates from
speaks volumes of one's soul...
To abide in the depth of such history,
...