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Swan Song

A blank white screen, where it all began This journey of ink, running here and there “Couldn’t this continue? Just

Away from prying eyes, She forms. Maiden of ice Inherently curious, beautifully she grows Along with her sisters of glaze.

Chirping birds, morning bustle
The roof over me, now an irksome hub
Balmy air carries hurried conversations

The chimes I once hated,The ones I’d blissfully forgotten,Ironically now fill my mind,Refreshed and resurgent The dreadful year’s come to

After our world’s birth, And I don’t know if this is true, They say on this Earth Existed a man

The sun knows not the trees that grow under its light, blissfully unaware of the sunflowers that face it with

I have never taught myself to scream So, every time my voice itched to bleed All I could do was

Ere stood mighty Nag Re, subdued and suppressed and put to sleep for ages, woken by a kindred spirit that

One truth remains my friend… When the journey of life reaches its end When sorrow tears your heart to shreds

This poem is unstructured, This poem is sad The rhyme may die anytime again For this is not a ballad