Save some volatility
for me. I have broken
my wings.
Unwilling to act against me,
because it will hurt you.
I was unable to show you
my hidden lake.
I wanted to tell you,
but will not, remaining upset
to find the moon tonight.
Go ahead Buddha, I
would dream of you praying
earnestly. Don't give me my destiny―
I would stop running.
Your curved eyes now
invite the clouds to take over
the moonscape.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 5th, 2020 19:50
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
a wonderful take: wording the empowering 'attitude' in the term 'owning one's own destiny'
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