The last song

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I was flying

in the clouds,

adrift

directionless

off track

a lost soul

in the vast eternity

fighting

the sturdy winds

trying to tear  me down

my frail wounded  wings

craving

for a hearth  to perch

I was almost falling

when you came forth

with an open heart

extending  your arms

You took me in

I nested

I rested

I felt warm

you nursed

my wounded wings

suckled me

back to health again

and
I reclaimed myself

I have regained my health now

I can sing my songs anew

I must go now

I must return

to the clouds

on the yonder horizon

to be flying again

high and low

though

the unfriendly clouds

may cast me away

the winds may

tear me down again

yet I must

set forth my flight

For I do not belong here

This is not my place

My place is elsewhere

I hope you understand

whimsicalities

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I sat next to you

in the meadow

in  the winters  sun

basking in your company

was so much fun

occasionally peering

into your mind

reading your thoughts

I analyzed your words

between the lines

for the depth of reasons

of some far fetched

distant dreams

and I get caught

unawares

in the coils of your

whimsicalities

and my head spins

needlessly 

Blowing bubbles

I regaled

running about

in joyful madness

for the pleasure

of blowing bubbles

oblivious

of the acquaintance

crumbling

noiselessly down

the naked  truth

mocks

at my countenance

huh!

mysterious are

the ways of life

that weighs me

by my own sins

tormenting me

with absurdities

and now

shadows creep

of the past

over my heart

gone desolate

ah!

off with my story

I shall pause

my chain of thoughts

and just let

my poetic sentiments

flourish

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