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Was it obligatory
Or stupid - to call out
  A man - yet his doings
  Proved mere - point in
    Scheme - was his ambition
    Ruling stood cold -
    Peering in - to disobey
    And to conquer -
      Ones mind and ones soul
      Fears and freedom - at last
      Boredom - has moved
      One peculiar sight
        The girl in black
        And her blossoming
        Dreamers' kite
          Cutely eye-rolls
          Thin fingers and
          Shoulders - striking
            Pale - she smiles
A dreamy poem
Last night and half asleep I wrote a poem
About love not expressed but understood
A sad story of two unhappy people
Both unhappily married to someone else
I spoke the poem into the night
It sounded emotional and I cried a little
In the morning, the night poem was forgotten
I was too lazy to try to recreate its mood
You don’t need a special education.
Life itself is your school!
See things where others see nothing.
Feel things where others feel nothing.
It’s a beautiful thing!!
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Shell ✨🐚
To all the fellow writers. Love you all, you inspire me everyday.
don´t think me luddite
but if it was up to our kind
we would still live in caves
watching the sun rise

in the quiet of the light
o gentle mind..
the old gods sway
the birth of man cry..
A male adult owls entire existence
Is given over to
Courting a potential  mate
To wit,to woo.
The name couldn't be less fitting
As I perch here alone
Flat calm
Just past sunset
Glowing embres in the gloam
The low headlands in silhouette
Look like the start of 2001
I Sit here in silence
And wait for the man apes to come.
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