Ever changing stories written on clouds in the sky ,
Everything that could be, but can never be.
Thunder and tears of lightening rain down on heavens below.
I wander among everglades of stories of love,
in search of the ones I lost.
Moon light kiss the sky and the rain is silver tonight.
The world is too real and so I paint it the way I want.
Sit by the edge of the world,
watch ships sail and fade over silver seas.
Leave their anchors behind, never to return.
They are free, swim and fly. No goodbyes , no regrets.
Is fickle the heart that follows the wind?
The wind that rocks the boat, dries the sea.
I panic a little when this universe ceases to talk to me,
Was that silence from where, she listened to me?
As the pen strokes the page,the ink deforms my thoughts.
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