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Whistled to the silver moon, And marvelled at the star-studded sky I, me, myself and the world, All alone under the dark, empty void
I called out Dance with me With the beat, with the rhythm; Sing with me As I shout my heart out; Walk with me As I run my fingers
Through petals and leaves Oh, loneliness, My lifetime companion.


Stained OleanderHorrendous temple-like tombs; Red, vicious roses Neatly filed in rows of terra cotta pots; White, immaculate robes On powdery white men With slitted eyes Angled towards the heavens; On a burial on St. Helenas day, The gothic drama was set.Stained Oleander
Steely-eyed Emotionless As I walked past him The sadist, he must have thought, Long dark shadows loomed Voiceless, deaf and apathetic I turned my back On memories kept on urns, And Waved goodbye Without a slight hint of guilt He turned his head towards my direction