I have spent years in that place
Wasting the power that was given
So glad I didn't leave any trace
And thus, no dirt was left on my face
Now I know, that was the lesson
As I float through the water
The water calls my name
"You're not lame so don't be afraid of the flame..."
Though the forest still throw laughter
I know it will never be the same
The forest, the water, and myself
I addressed them as a difference
It is ought to be different by essence
The water reflects the self
And on that water there is allegiance
The comfort that was lost,
Has been retrieved
Long I feel no relieved
But now life flowing to where it goes
To where it bent and fertile the lands to where it tossed
I have been looking for you
With a hope that someday I could breathe
And it is true
Now I live not in the cold blue
I live only in the good lead
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Poetic
PoetryPoems, poems, poems. One's unspoken words. A gift from the gods. The infinite ocean. A boundless orbit. A bleeding heart.
