The gentle breeze moves by the trees,
Finding it's way from my horizon,
As far as my eyes may see;
Finding it's way to me,
Caressing my face.
A feather glides beside me,
As if giving me company,
And telling me it's true grief,
Sorrow it exhibits that only;
A few may understand and see.
A girl plays in my sight,
Finding her way through her plight,
All alone she is,
I see,
A shadow of her
In me.
She disappears,
As soon as I spot her,
She wants to be invisible,
And that is where I see;
A shadow of myself,
In that being.
~Me
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Naked Truths
PoetrySecond poetry everyone. This one kinda contrasts from the first one. It is where I accept reality as it is and try to work through. Many people find it difficult to cope up with reality and I am one of them. What I've learnt while writing this poem...
