Here I have come back again away from my ecstasy
Waves and waves crashing the says eyes longing to sea
Where am I who am I where so I have to be
Clearer skies spring attires and a lesson learning from teens
It's hard to be hard to be hard to be us in between
Random face same old plays tired of being a me
Forget the ways give me a face a wish for an identity
Far away in my place a cat and a bell that tings
........Whistling......
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Author:
arial (
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Comments2
Whistling in the dark.
We all need an identity and a sense of belonging. Nicely written
Thankyou
You are most welcome
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