couldn't see the sunset
only the reflection of it
some sad rendition
that wasn't what it should have been
like all this
the misfit
missed it
couldn't stop revolve
long enough to loft self high enough
to actually see
the thing that always beckons me.
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2 comments:
lovely.
hey lukas, haven't had the chance to view your page lately.
your poems never cease to amaze me. totally love this one. :)
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