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....her own world....

Weird is the very nice description you would get;
different would definitely be a good one;
metaphoric would make it to the top ten list;
but a thorned-rose best describes this blog.

Disclaimer: (Art above is not mine)
This blog might be a bit depressing for some, emotions might be stirred, feelings affected, questions left unanswered, etc. Viewer discretion is advised.... If you don't like what you see, don't comment. Just close the tab and it won't bother you anymore. :)
Mi

14 Jul 2008

Thou which are not mine....

I stare at the wind,
the wind I cannot see.
I smile to myself,
because the wind is free.

I stare at the bird,
the bird I cannot catch.
I smile to myself,
because it can fly away.

Who clipped my wings and placed me here?
Who took me and sealed me in this space?
I look around but cannot find the culprit,
So I smile to myself.

Aren't I pitiful?
This distance between us is but a joke,
as I only need to look down to see the chains you have around my legs.
No matter how far I go, you have me on a leash,
When I try to forget, you pull the chains to remind me.
I have to smile for the world,
yet in the mirror, my reflection does not smile back at me.
Looking at that, I smile to myself
"Aren't I pitiful?"

I stare at the sun,
In all her glory,
yet like me she is on a leash,
confined to walk the day alone,
and hide in the shadow of the moon at night.
I watch the moon,
In all her beauty,
yet like me, she is on a leash,
confined to walk the night alone,
and hide in the shadow of the sun in the day.
I smile to myself, and it seems they smile back,
"Aren't we pitiful?"

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