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My Sometimes
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General sɯǝod My sometimes are always sometimes
When I say sometimes, you take it as ‘may not’
When I want to talk to you
You have some other business to do
So I prefer to move away…. And better I do not
Sometimes I really need to touch you
You move aways to the other world
Leaving me in the midst of emptimess
Never look back
Never want to know what happened next
Sometimes I shout facing towards the sky
O lord! can you sometimes hear me, please?
I get no reply!
I wish, sometimes I would get the reply.
Sometimes I think if I would not born
Sometimes I think if I would never love you
Sometimes I think if I would never be existed
The sky remains silent
The rain has its own motion
Rivers pretend to be the time
And I come out of the podium, barefooted
My sometimes become a new sometimes.
"The sky remains silent The
"The sky remains silent
The rain has its own motion
Rivers pretend to be the time
And I come out of the podium, barefooted
My sometimes become a new sometimes."
That's some striking word-crafting! The shift from a state of gripping despair frozen in time to an emergence into something new (my sense is hope) is a stroke of brilliance. Wonderful work.
Thank You For Sharing Fine Words
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A good poem. "The rain has its own motion" - Yes, it does! Best wishes for health and peace.
~S~
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