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A shaded Hideaway In Words
 
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I do not write for an audience applause
But, the urge within me rejects any pause


And if in what you read, you might ever rejoice
In what i do, ah, alas ! i do not have any choice


Like a breath out of sigh, i write my poem
From the deep dark of me, it really does stem


Unwilling, a conditional reaction happens then
Saliva leaks fluently from my heart and brain


I do not need a bait to jump and sniff
just a hint from Nature quick and brief


A wind's caress, or a slashing Summer' heat
A shower in august, a breeze in dawn's break


Never is it a matter of fun, or spare time parties
Nor a response to a call, for any one to please..


But,many questions shuttle in different speed
My head is a road worn out by tread and heed


Were it my desire, i would, this world, leave
Quit for eternal abode, in the mountains, live


But being engaged into a mission i don't need
Like a soldier doomed to fight to the final seed


Summer has flown leaving an empty cage
And a cold space, filled by an empty page

By truefeeling

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