Tuesday, February 9, 2010

a search within

Words that cannot be spoken,
That which are to be left within.

Yet they prick and prowl,
Making you feel pretty foul.

If only that breeze would blow,
If only I can sway with glory,
Now that I have fully grown.

Yet nebulously I groan,
Wondering where all that has gone.

Time, the enigma, the mystic,
Leaves me to the lees.

How I wish, how I wish.
I want some serendipity,
And some good old pity,
And yes someone pretty!!

Oh! can I pluck my lashes
And blow to the surges?

Will you carry it far, far
Through the alleys of my heart?

Listen and search within.
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