19 November 2010
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It came and so often again it went
Solitude of a mind staying unbent
Thoughts roaming looking to rent
A mind, a body or a soul not spent
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The mazes through which we went
From hills to valleys free fall descent
Thoughts scarring, scars not meant
To leave of ailment but a mere scent
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The thoughts that called reception
Earl’s age, oh but the cruel deception!
I nurtured it in me, mine conception
The purest inkling, the first inception
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It seemed but to be sweet rapture
More than human mind did capture
I roamed seeking greener pasture
Roaming, stumbling, mind to nurture
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Stillness the thought of it so dreary
I walk alone in my heart gone weary
What I shun now I saw too so clearly
It was life’s gift that I held so dearly
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Reading of my poem on youtube
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