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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Paradoxical hope

The sky's blue;
ayeh, I'm not blue,

my smile sparkles-
like a twilight moon.

I'm no full moon,
truth is this mood anew.

For a yonder away is hope;
albeit, I chase it on hamster wheel.

as I lose pieces of my mind,
in trials of tyranny under scorching sun

for I am not in charge of my journey.
my means are winds as I move towards unknown-

yet I seek home atop fluffy clouds in a castle of sunshine.

Check out the prelude poem Blue

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