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Wanderlust
I've been accused of
Not having wander lust
But only if they knew
How often I wander
Looking into your eyes
Sometimes losing my way
Getting lost
Into the depths of them
For hours together
Time is irrelevant
To the frustrated artist in me
As I keep trying to trace out
Your eyes
With mine
Without getting lost in them
Tuesday 14th February 2023 7:00 am
Once again
Where was the fire that burned with in,
Water and earth would bring it to an end.
Giving thanks for all she had,
The mystery of life were never bad.
Flying high like the eagle and hawk,
She was wise never to get caught.
Swimming thur the stars of change,
Everything could be the same.
Better find the truth within,
Tomorrow will be just like him.....
FIRE 🔥
Monday 13th February 2023 4:52 am
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