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At times the person within me feels all alone
the nomad within me I try to keep happy and joys within full blown
Far away from a place called home,
With purpose and goals but without love and alone

Fly by night, fly by day
up and down the country I travel all the way
Peeking outside my oral window
blueness always with patches of white glow

My eyes capture dark clouds
White clouds, shapeless clouds
Till a time the sky reflects
and my eyes illume with lights deflect

As time passes And places I cover each day
Things I imagined and thought I knew
Are far from true and to me become clear.
And in these small things that keep changing

I encapsulate myself From the outside
I whither my thoughts to new dimensions
I shiver in my skins and shed the oil ones
I quiver within my heart out flows the rust

From ashes to ashes dust to dust

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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