The wind grows stronger,
Near and near.
I can hear it whistling,
Past my ear.
It fills the sails,
And steadies my steer.
What a joyous moment,
The wind is here!
A Voyage Is Set
More by Syzer
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You and I
Verse 1
We met under our darkened skies, humming
our own lullabies, that
sent the stormy clouds chasing.
With our shadows tailing behind us, in
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A Verdant Attempt at a Sonnet
Must we take the road displayed to us now,
With trim and tidy hedges to our side?
Curated by the hands that don't allow?
The hands that act if yesterday we died.
And if beyond we go this dreary road,
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Some Questions Don't Have Answers
The mirror
It speaks now.
Always talking,
exclaiming, a
constant reminder of the things
that were.
Its image, changing,
sends me back.
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