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Drifting Along
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Heart of Love I left home one summer
Carring my weakness in my hands,
My feet grew fond of every journey,
As i held my face high above the sea i faced nothing but sorrow,
From that day my future slipped away,
I ploughed my tears in every piece of land,
For that i traded my death for another day,
For one could taste for one could never want onother,
But beneath my luck nothing was a success,
No rain felled and all my seeds were ripped from the ground,
A promiscuous soul lay low from the ground and death blooms from its blood.
Sorrow
Sorrow is
born of failed attempts
and loss, too much time
woolgathering, to much
lollygagging.
.
Happiness is no joke,
it requires energy invested
in the lack of fear to be
designated foolish.
.
Emptiness is self-induced
in a world filled to overflowing
with possibiliy.
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slc
Beautiful
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing
Kyriesg3