Blissful solitude today came back home,
To find a piece of me, in myself, in a story untold.
Sagas of dependence essential for the birth of elation,
Verses of melancholy on the ring of separation.
So overrated is the missing piece, so unnecessary
So underrated the value of a smile from eyes wet and teary.
It flies by, a lost bird, one place to the second,
The victory disguised as change, with knowledge of what is reckoned.
Let it grow, let it find a path back home,
In myself, found a friend, who'll never leave me alone.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
Blissful solitude today came back home,
To find a piece of me, in myself, in a story untold.
Sagas of dependence essential for the birth of elation,
Verses of melancholy on the ring of separation.
So overrated is the missing piece, so unnecessary
So underrated the value of a smile from eyes wet and teary.
It flies by, a lost bird, one place to the second,
The victory disguised as change, with knowledge of what is reckoned.
Let it grow, let it find a path back home,
In myself, found a friend, who'll never leave me alone.
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