Lost words of a poet

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They smiled each day
As Humility made them stronger
The meek and amiable voice
Wasn’t heard.
The gazes of satire
On filthy inhumanity
From the large windowpane
Unobserved.
And words deformed into meaning
Eventually.
Time couldn’t rob them of
From who they were.


The remains of those lost words,
Incite us to embrace an illusion,
Of time, being in a scurry.
As we cross paths
That unite us
With our mortal being,
The wanderer mocks at us
Steer us towards the light
Away from this misery.


Few lives we live
And for few
We outlive decades,
For the selfless
Mere blood and flesh
To ourselves, we deceive.


In this land of grief and fear
We die and reborn
Everyday.
From the ruins
Of those lost poets
And the souls
Who lived a life
Of discontent and drear.

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Chimes at midnight

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Foggy
Nights dewed the grasses
And my daffodils in the garden


Wind
Touching the chime again
While no one is watching


Thoughts
Starting to disperse
Towards unfamiliar addresses


Morning breeze
Touching our fingers entwined
Chills through my spine


Silences
Made of euphoric
Singularity within ourselves


I think
Now, of white sand
Pebbles on the beach
And the setting sun