The tare at lungs,
A gasp for a breath,
Too quick in a moments haste,
A salty familiar taste in my lung,
The sea it clustered, and it stung,
A weightless feeling as I sank,
A timid, closed, erupted tearing,
I open my eyes to see a leaf is fleeting,
Picked by wind in indentured adventure,
A world tour of everything to see,
A plunge into deep creviced of valleys,
And stood atop a mountain goat,
Peculiar and head tilt in victory,
A beam of light as it simmered his coat,
Proud and unprecedented,
Another turn and a look into a thickened forest of Oak,
Surrounded by the sounds of all that crawled and groped,
Hoot and flaps of wings,
Echoed calls to loved ones,
A howl to all the lost ones,
Chirps and knocks of wood as a new day unlocks.
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Poems of a Clouded Mind
PuisiLost in the insignificance of life and pondering escape, the selections of poems depict the frustrations, ideas and ideals, the saddest moments and exhilarating experiences.
