A wanderer, approaching my path,
“Hey, where do you belong?”
-Through fog did it appear
Hymning a mild song.
It replied with silence,
A mysterious aura around,
It was searching for me, it said.
And finally had found.
It asked me of my triumphs,
It reminded me of defeats,
It told me how naive I have been
Allowing some deceit.
Without my notice, during the talk,
It cuffed me in a cloudy chain,
Taking me by the wrist,
And we returned to the fog again.
-via @fromlifetoshereen on Instagram
Loved the setting of this poem! And the use of fog at the end!! Nicely written,Shereen!
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Thank you so much! That, coming from you. =)
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Haha.. now now Shereen,stop praising me for nothing.Afterall we both know who is called Shakespeare here 😉
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So, does this mean the status quo has changed or not?
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What comes to your mind first?
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I feel a little confused, let’s say in a dilemma. Part of me says you want to move on and change. Part of me says you stay the same..
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I share that dilemma with you. 🙂
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this was brilliant!! Loved how you used the fog here
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Really? Thank you so much. 😄😄
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