As sky,
which writes about cloud.
As cloud,
which writes about rain.
As rain,
which writes about river.
As river,
which writes about sea.
I write,
about you...
As Sea,
Which writes about wave.
As Wave,
Which writes about beach.
As Beach,
Which writes about wait.
As Wait,
Which writes about loneliness.
I Write,
about u...only u....
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A desert flower,
left out to dry
while dancing in the lonely wind.
A temptress of the rain,
left out in the freezing cold.
Where else can I be?
Ah, i too like to mingle poetry into prose for effect and added meaning. Too bad we can't do that in regular conversations in public today.
Really we should've lived a hundred fifty years ago and more- when prose was not meant so pompous, but much richer a store.
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