Saturday, August 11, 2012

Solitary Life

I sowed seeds of memories
to harvest one drop of tear
I succumbed million deaths at ease,
but never failed to cheer.

I slept smiling in my grave,
to see a wonderful dream.
I died being silently brave,
but never lost the obnoxious gleam.

I laughed out loud with friends,
to get away with loneliness.
My freedom lies at the loose ends,
But never has been more or less.

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