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ParisThePoet Oct 2014
Sitting on the beach
looking at the birds fly, wings flapping
Everything is out of reach
Thinking of all the things that didn't happen
It's all out of my grasp
Time flies by so fast
Even if I'm happy I know it will never last
I gotta focus on the task
But I don't know what it is
Maybe one day I'll find the answer and be in eternal bliss
I'm at the edge of a waterfall
Ready to fall
But in the end no one would catch me afterall
Old Poem- high school senior year
Satsih Verma Aug 2018
Living without you,
locking horns with unhappenings.

May not harm you,
my imaginary pride
in your shape.

Remember,
when you dreamed of crossing the
crescent gate of moon?

Your audacious leap
into dark to wade into the
mortgage of future?

I was frozen,
standing in the crowd of incandescent
fireflies- heart felt.

My letters will not
reach you, after the dynasty grows
pale, pure as the setting sun.

The lake will not die.
It will keep the secret.

— The End —