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Joyce Feb 2016
Frost on my window pane.
Cold sky blow clouds away.
Another day comes our way.
To reveal all your thoughts in grey.
Listen to birds they sing.
Blisfully my soul begins.
To feel love and share it with you.
Because your words of happiness
brings a smile on my face today.
In all my heart I will carry you.
Hope you will have awesome day.
Anshuman sharma Feb 2015
I want to live
In the depths of my inner being
Remote candid blisfully
Gratified to hear it can accomodate me
Here I come,
Joyous willingly.

Saddened was falsehood behind me
Cursing crying fretting me.
Turning a deaf ear to,I walked unmindfully.

Soon I was in the haven of truth,
Tranquil and festive, the air enveloped me,
Blanketed by love it breathed me.
You're here for a purpose,it whispered
And opened the doors to my loving deity before me.
Axel Aug 2015
She jumps back and forth on a mud stained road.
Her little yellow boots violently shattering the tranquility of shallow puddles.

" I trample upon the weak"

A breeze, moaning softly of autumn confessions lifts her blonde hair and reveal 2 bright opals reflecting a dark sky.

The smell of mouldy cornfields and rotting leaves ****** the noise.
Leaves gritting their teeth. Blissfully she splatters through the countryside.

" My scars mark the path which you shall follow"

A sudden halt of the feet, fleeting moments of gazing into her own reflection. A realisation of nothingness..

Just for a brief spell

She realises that she is alone...
That she has no meaning...

" I walk this road alone, I am the shepard of a flock made of condensed hope."

A flash of lightning breaks the introspection. Woefully she splashes along the dirt road, relishing the autumn mirage of a dying countryside.

Her rubber boots squeaking followed by soft snickering.

" I refuse to see the harsh and bleak snow that hangs in the clouds."

a vast ocean of black looks up from a shallow puddle at my feet.

Her boots in my stained hands...
I lean myself against a shovel, stabbed firmly yet violently into the muck of the earth.

And for a glimpse i see her reflection.
For a moment i realise

I am alone
my life has no meaning.

A flash of lightning breaks my introspection.
The haze lifts and i see her opal eyes gaze up at me from the shallow puddle..

" A shepard with no flock is unfit to guide the innocent to their home."

Those opaline eyes blaming me, judging me. A burden unfit for my shoulders.

I toss the dirt in her eyes.

As i place mine ear against the ravaged and ***** soil of the earth..
I hear her boots squeaking.. and soft splashes.

" I tread upon the corpses of the weak."

Raindrops paint black the world..

Each drop her eye... gazing me down...

Blaming me for deeds that were done.

I yearn to return...

To those days

Of whispering autumn breezes, rotting leaves...

And her...
Blisfully jumping around in shallow puddles...

As i watched her from behind the trees.

— The End —