Blowing gently over my face came the wind
What did it want? Could it be me?
Quiet voices can be heard on the breeze
Calling out, saying hi, shouting goodbye
Then a fresh new breeze passes over me
No voices to be heard, left behind in a world Gone by, in a world not wanted
As I drift aimlessly, listening for a voice
I see a sight, one never seen before
On the shore a person stood, calling out
Saying hi, waving with a big smile
I row over, only to catch the faint voice Shouting goodbye in the distance
Sending you away was not my choice
Sending you away had to be done
I don't regret it, why would I
What's to regret in a world I don't belong in
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Thoughts as poems
PoetryJust some passing thoughts put into words in a poetic way, there's no particular pattern to them, just when they appear in my mind, they go down on paper Some may be poems Some may be tales inspired by life Some may be stories as true as can be All...
