Time for another poem:

My eyes grow weary
My lips go quiet.
Sweet dreams offer no respite
From a childhood lost looking for fairies,
And youth lost looking for love.
Maturity says, even romance will come at a price.
The heart grows weary everyday,
Alas, the soul endures many lifetimes

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2 Responses to Soul

  1. DrATG Shamsher says:

    This is LIFE ! sweet,bitter,sour-endure,& result? survival of d fittest!

  2. shahid says:

    Nice. But you used of the word weary twice over. I think in poems you are not supposed to do that unless you are ending the sentences with that word.

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