Anada 091

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· 5 years ago

  

 
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     #######                     by Khetel                             
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 "starless night" 

 Such the sight is a starless night. 
 Although with all of the artificial light 
 It is oh so bright, one cannot help 
 but confirm suspicions. 
 all is against nature visually, how can 
 one rebuke but open their ears 
 and begin to listen. Eyes can deceive. 
 Scent is lost in the past. 
 Touch, however true can be false. 
 Sound, however, never lies. 
 Something about the voice, 
 its sweet caresses and 
 its dulcid tones. 
 Why is the star I want 
 not to be shone? 
 Lost is it, among the sea? No. 
 Lost am I, found; is she. 
 I can only hope and pray 
 that she, tender and gentle 
 will mercifully stay. 

 
 "different" 

 Against? or for. 
 Different? or same. 
 Perhaps in how our mind 
 chooses to interpret signals. 
 Or the lack thereof 
 chooses to ignore 
 and hope it all goes away 
 one sunday afternoon. 
 Pages to be filled 
 along with stories 
 waiting to be told. 
 Fruitless hope 
 to be with the one 
 who's eyes capture and hold 
 all, whether heard or told 
 Begging for more. 
 Then toking what aint' hers. 
 Unknown to most, 
 hidden deep down inside 
 A secret for her, 
 but unreceiving is she. 
 Keeping busy with the tasks of society, 
 hoping to forget, but only succeeding 
 in remembering more, never going to forget. 
 Much too much different for 
 the likes of her... 

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