Poetry is, above all, a singing art of natural and magical connection because, though it is born out of one’s person’s solitude, it has the ability to reach out and touch in a humane and warmly illuminating way the solitude, even the loneliness, of others. That is why, to me, poetry is one of the most vital treasures that humanity possesses; it is a bridge between separated souls. So,let it fall on our faces and let us feel its sensation on our souls...
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Saturday, April 24, 2010
Easily Swayed
Whirliing memories,
Innocent lively
smiles,
Colourful sizzles,
And you,again Deja~vu.
I am easily swayed,
again and again.
Part of me compact from outside,
parted
and separated inside,
More than infinite times,
Whenever I thought
you..
That Death like pain swirled across,
Pain of
separation,
Inching me closer to death,
as time passed,
Ya...,I
am easily swayed,
again and again,
in your memories,
Feelings
irrevocable,
Love unconditional,
and Life unbelievable.
See,I
am easily swayed,
again and again....
like a ripple taking shape,
after
each fall of something hard,
but swallowed inside,at each
transformation....
ya guess I am easily swayed
again and again....
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