I guess it started with a glimpse And words said with one's lips A 'hello' and 'hi' A 'good day' and 'goodbye' It moved to tiny conversations And hidden admiration, With a probable mixture Of a virgin lens' capture Feelings could no longer stay caged And the words to express gushed Out freely The hounds caged so long were out on a rampage A light was lit, but made to burn only a little Because a mad man's heart felt brittle He feared the turning of flesh to stone And the breaking with sticks of bones Alas... With time past, He thought to let the flames burn blue But his lips remained unmoved, retaining it's black hue He was perturbed within For a night and a day He knocked but no one to let him in It was another night and a day For the stifler of flames Has tasted of the bitterness of misguided aims Another had kept the fire burning While he remained stoic to guttural churning
life experience?
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🙂 Telling many a man’s story
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Back on track I c. Ur poems were greatly missed by me
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Thanks for putting that smile on my face
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Nice one there bro
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Thank you Mr Gee 🙂
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