I have accepted myself, now.
In incompleteness,
and all flaws.
The bunker was intent,
on self-destruction. Why
did you want to
stop that?
The prodigy will not
walk with me, I know.
Yet my shadow falls in love.
A tear-washed poem
was a good beginning.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 6th, 2017 23:04
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
satishverma, I wish only two things: One, that I could accept myself now, and two, that I could write as well as you do.
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