I sit, spit dimwit, ponder
Why, just why, I wonder
Downpour of promised Joys,
On being plain voiceless toys
Make us heard,
tiny meek heads,
Buried amongst your herd.
Yearning for the petrichor,
Yet standing by the epicure
Our hypocrites,
To your aristocrats
A refusal of need,
Of our want to be freed
A war for the want
to not be daunt.
To live our ways , furled,
On what is seemingly 'your' world.
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The Solitude Lady
PoesíaMeet me at the end of horizon. To live and love, Wordless occurrences Ironically briefed through words Through poetry, through symphonies And all that I wish I said. ....... #1 in haikus is the best ranking The Solitude Lady's ever got.
