dedicated to iamanalphakid02 for being my best friend, my anchor, i have been blessed with a sweet relationship with you. thank you.
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fourteen: earth's appetence
why is it that i can never sleep, but always dream?
have you ever noticed how static-filled the dark is?
the world seems ready to crumble under my grasp
when i just come by and hold her into my embrace.
she has held her head high by the day,
needing to come to rest as the sky turns grey.
she waits for me to hear her spill out her burdens,
knowing I will be there, hearing her before it worsens.
i can't sleep, but i can dream,
of the days when nights were clean.
when the earth is keen to meet me in serene,
a day never in my life, i had foreseen.
Ii seem to wake before i've had a chance to fall to rest.
oh, how i can never sleep in a world that threatens to fall apart?
and i watch as the earth throws me into a sky of black and blue,
into a quest,
of thinking of remedies and solutions have become a daily part.
why is it that i can never sleep, but always dream?
always hoping the world, my earth would turn happy and
green.
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p/n:
i always don't do this...but, i will be updating this book a lil' bit slower from now on for at least next two weeks. i need to focus on my health a bit and sort out my family issues. meanwhile, please do keep looking out, i may post poems every other day or two days after.
till then, keep smiling and be safe,
-bipasha.
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