Upon a hill
Overlooking a valley
Stars smiling down on us.
You , me with fireflies for company...
We make oh-so-sweet love
like never before, but for ever after
unleashing ourselves like doves
leaving our bodies behind
We fly away with fireflies for company..
-- Firefly
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Your poems reflect the current personality of yours which is slightly different from the person, I've know while in hostel. The incompleteness in these poems add to the charm. I am sure, if you regularly keep writing, you will see a pattern of your life. The changing states of mind always are best expressed on paper.
ReplyDeleteI followed your scent to India.
ReplyDelete..shame you were already gone.
At least there was Toukyou.
(And) clues to follow.
I think I appreciate
meaningless shapes.
Patterns which-
mean nothing
inherently.
Judgments
clouded.
Better
just
to
(fade)..
..!and
follow-
silently,
harmlessly;
hopelessly..
~<3 (What never left)
Briefly- and all spatial interests aside- I regret my immaturity leading me to be unable to fulfill (what is certainly) such a fantasy.
You probably don't exactly believe in such a self-defensive force as a military; but I've seen, experienced, and directly contributed to more personal humanitarian interests than I ever held (or could have even imagined I would) at Lindbergh.
You may never know how correct you were in saying "puzzle pieces".
Your writing is intriguing to say the least.
I await your reply more cautiously and patiently than you'll expect.