Us

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In a world of miscellanea
Away I gave a soul
for an embrace of a heart,
along a dreamy insidious voyage
midst entrapment by a bittersweet.

Look what have we here,
a solid thing in experiment
that I tried to be,
just like a tree, though a leaf,
blown away, along with a breeze.

A waste of journey
to a world of lost souls
deprived of grip
away I slipped,
to the lost unknown.

"This world is full of miscellanea,"
it's easy to forget that,
when you spend so long
in this realm of reality.

It's easy to forget that,
there only is "self love"
for we are one "me and I"
lost my self, in pursuit for the unknown
we again shall meet perhaps,
"Me and I."
let it be lightening, thunder or rain.

@juliuscseguya

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  1. Julius Christian Seguya2:01 AM

    This was inspired by a movie I watched, it actually was sort of a mini series " A kind of spark". Some beautiful lines gave a kind of spark to my muse who instructed me to put such a piece to paper.

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