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A Different Perspective
My hands are shaking a terrible truth.
- When the wind whispers hello,
I wave back into the sea-
I breath in the sights long left and forgotten.
I am calm now for the moon has shown his face-
and I am free to be myself;
where no shadows dare hide,
the worlds blemishes turn to beauty
and every plastic personality begins to rot and decay.
I whisper one more solemn breath
"It feels good to be alive."
- When the wind whispers hello,
I wave back into the sea-
I breath in the sights long left and forgotten.
I am calm now for the moon has shown his face-
and I am free to be myself;
where no shadows dare hide,
the worlds blemishes turn to beauty
and every plastic personality begins to rot and decay.
I whisper one more solemn breath
"It feels good to be alive."
Published 28th Aug 2011
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28th Sep 2011 5:06am
"The worlds blemishes turn to beauty, and every plastic personality begins to rot and decay....."
Very nice use of words, I liked this poem the most frm all ur othrs. Good job :)
Very nice use of words, I liked this poem the most frm all ur othrs. Good job :)
6th May 2014 5:48am
