Breathing, as some one else would…
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I am searching for a didactic undertone.
As I was walking today
Towards a connotation of my life,
I heard shadows whispering behind.
This is not where I want to be,
This is not what I want from me,
This is not the way it should have been.
Though I am searching for a delightful hormone,
So that I can look at you,
Yet I can’t have you for my own.
Through dried leaves, and regenerating leaves,
Time and space and I walk on.
We are searching for a didactic undertone.
