Gone

Where are all the Warriors gone?

Cant a girl get a break from these quarry’s that wrong?

I’ve called out again

But am still misunderstood

Sometimes a defeat is as glorious as a Victory ever could.

Pelting Melting Rain wash me,

I’ve opened my soul and now I can see.

Derived from a point that is somewhere oblivious

Sailing away

To a Land of lascivious beats,

thoughts and words…

Can you see this time round all the truth in this bird?

Then the Whirling girl twirls in a swirl with

Pearls and diamonds twinkling as she uncurls.

The Brazen kitten

Captured by smitten

Where is the Shanti and the calm?

Living bitten

By all that I’ve written…

But ah, this writing is my psalm.

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