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I stood on a cloud of shaded white,
It was soft under my feet, as if not
Touching, more gliding under foot.

I was mesmerized by the sight seen
As if I was upon an ocean of shaded
Whites as they moved under me.

I ebbed forward to touch this motion
Below, to touch upon what was like
Silk, and then upon my hand one left.

As if a million snow flakes glided up
Like blossom falling in reverse, there
Were butterflies in heaven.

I stood on a cloud of shaded whites,
As they fluttered around me, calmness
Filled me and I knew I would be alright.
fluffy pillows white
souls caressed gently above
my wings silken touch
Standing alone!
On the bank of the river.
I was looking at the
Drops of water,
Holding hand in hand,
Jumping up and down,
Mimicking the shine of the Sun,
Circling the rocks coming their way
Mirroring the blue sky up away

But, no drops waited
For the other drops to follow.
All are in a hurry
To reach their destiny!
Some were picked by
thirsty clouds!
Some were ****** by
crusty lands!
Some were cascading height
of the mounts!
Some  were watering the
smiling flowers!

Nobody knows,
what is there in store
But,
Everybody groans,
Life has given us
nothing to adore.
We are enjoying the role given by almighty.  But we are grieving about nothing.
Pushing you away
because everything I've ever wanted
is now becoming a reality.
I hide behind this bottle
Because I don't want to see you

I don't want to remember you

I don't want to think of you

I want to be happy
And forget

And yet when the morning comes
There you are
Like you never left

I hide behind this bottle
Because when I decide to finally stop hiding
You will have faded and so will the pain
We've all used a crutch before to drown our sorrows.  Mine was alcohol.
Shamelessly ******
The judgmental eye stares
Still you stand there half naked
In those skimpy underwear

I never meant to know you
As well as all that
Stop swinging your **** hips
And get up off my lap

So heavy weighs these morals
Yet I can't pretend to subscribe
To a world full of righteousness
Where such lust one must deny...
Traveler Tim
Re to 01-17
And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again
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