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shaiontheprowl by shaiontheprowl
September 24, 2013
in POETRY
Reading Time: 1 min read

August 2, 2013   8.13 am

thyyu

My eyes stare at stars my hands cannot reach

My thoughts wander and grope at the distant moon just out of touch

The heart is burned and so cannot feel

Yet, it beats in hope that it would someday heal.

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My eyes are weak from looking out for you

But, my heart beats ever so strong

A beacon in a storm so fierce; a friendly and never dying clue

Waiting for you to come back; even if it takes ever so long.

Merci

8.22 am

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Comments 6

  1. Tope Olofin says:
    9 years ago

    Humans and hope, especially when live is involved!

    *sighs*

    Reply
  2. shaiontheprowl says:
    9 years ago

    @Tope… it is the only thing that makes us what we are. The only reason we surmount all the trouble thrown our way. There u said “Live”, it is applicable to other things too…love, health…many things. I believe you enjoyed this and thanks for the comment.

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  3. Cyr Ed says:
    9 years ago

    Hope is the reason why the lungs keep breathing.Without hope,a soul loses the will to exist. The present may be lost in a gloomy haze hope alone compensates for the glories lost in the past and shines the light on the pathway towards the future. Nice poem,precise n meaningful.

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  4. shaiontheprowl says:
    9 years ago

    @Cyr So true those words. Merci.

    Reply
  5. Aisha Alli-Balogun says:
    8 years ago

    Beautiful Piece

    Reply
  6. shanu afolami says:
    8 years ago

    Thanks Luv. I appreciate that little piece of heart warming commendation. Nice to know ur time here no go to waste….

    Reply

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