A World My Own

Oblivious to the sights and sounds

Internalising a world my own

All the voices, all the sights around

Unheard, unseen, unaware, unknown;


The trees so green, and dark and hidden,

The shadows within all covered uncleave,

The light that breaks the day, forbidden

To violate, and enter through louvred leaves;

And the light that does, only a mate

To the darkness with a velocity

So light, leaving no burden, no weight

For the comforting tenebrosity.

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