Floating alone in the asthetic skies
Randomly agitating a speck of dust
Carried its essence along in penance
And drifted along in my wanderlust
Drifting away from the blinding light
To protect my skin from growing dark
Offensively from the sun in turn
Like a glowing ember flew a spark
I met some friends and stopped to chat
The people underneath gleamed with joy
Oblivious i was to their delight i thought
They were admiring me and i turned coy
Hundreds of mile left to explore
Tired i was since the moon has throned
It had cursed my fair skin to turn dark
In jealousy, supposedly white he owned
I rested among the hilly tops
Among the fir and the pine trees high
The wily wolves howled in the distance
Amongst the cold i closed my eyes
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
