There used to be laughter once; there used to be summer once;
The earth seemed warmer and kinder at that time
The fireflies at dusk came out for us.
The willow forgot to weep. Wounds went to sleep.
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The rose spoke to the shadow:
'But why do you follow me? '
The shadow replied, 'Never have I seen
A beauty to rival with thee.'
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In our todays yesterday looms large
The present isn’t the past;
In other words, the past is still omnipresent
Steering sometimes unskillfully like a barge
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In spite of or rather because of
A boundless imagination bequeathed by my forebears
Leaping and skimming over life's incidents and accidents
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He says he is a loner by profession:
He says he is not a garrulous kind.
He says he needs to be alone
Most of the time.
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Thoughts like ribbons strewn on the ground
Trailing like wraiths but leaving no sound
If thoughts are things then they should not
Then they should not disappear
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Buffeted by the wind, tossing and turning
Recklessly striving to hold ground
Existing, resisting, persisting:
The choice is to stand tall
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All steps lead to your door; all paths lead to you somehow.
When I saw you the very first time, it was evident to me
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I have looked for you in many strange places:
Highways, subways, and in my heart's empty spaces.
By brightlight, flickering light, by rain and sun.
I waited. That is when this quest had begun.
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In a distant place, look up at the stars.
The sun remains the same day after day.
So much to think about, so much to see
To understand, almost got there,
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