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Dec 2014
I escape.
A new world, a new name, a forgotten past,
Kissed by the wind and her fingers on my back,
I travel to solitude.
Whispers of the storm, cloud my mind,
and swirl my thoughts, and leave me blind, until
I am still.
I capture stars in my eyes as they dance in their abyss.
I know they are bound beauties that tease my heart with twinkling eyelashes,
I stare at the abyss in regret and it cries,
I could almost fall in her gaze.
“The Last”, I decide,
The time for bottles and lamps and the creatures that live within them is past,
My future is not with stars,
My tears form,
I feel the loving embrace of the wind
She knows my heart, yet is silent.
“Thank you”, escapes the tongue..
Written by
Michael Moseray
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