THE JOURNEY.
Clusters of clouds came by,
Leaving us each with a mark,
Shaking our world,
Weakening our senses.
Devils in disguise,
That’s what they are,
Poisoning my mind,
Torturing your heart.
Angel is what you are,
Hidden from my gaze,
As loyal as the moon,
As salient as the sun.
The rain is so merciless,
We swam to the shore,
Away from darkness,
Away from madness.
Shipwrecks left us ashore,
There we learnt many,
Of how to survive,
Of how to revive.
The journey is enriching.
Awakens my sleeping self,
Awakens me in agony,
Of an eventful journey…
2007-12-13
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