Jan 2015
It only presents her self, as a soul,
Peering through your window,
Sharing sympathies with the wind.
But your so busy in dreaming,
Reliving forgettable mirages,
Illusions into fruition.
How many meteors or stars,
Have passed you by?
How many hearts?
How many Why-s do you
Have to burn?
And so your prayers worked,
But your faith didn't.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Peering through your window,
Sharing sympathies with the wind.
But your so busy in dreaming,
Reliving forgettable mirages,
Illusions into fruition.
How many meteors or stars,
Have passed you by?
How many hearts?
How many Why-s do you
Have to burn?
And so your prayers worked,
But your faith didn't.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Challenge Accepted. It was hard. Really. This is all I came up with.
("The Pearl of the Orient")
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