Burdened

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“Burdened”

My voice echoes down till the ocean floor

Creating a rhythmic wave of bubbles.

Never has this event happened before.

Now I swim a river full of troubles.

Droplets of dew forming around my sight   

Stretching ’cross the el’gant moonlight meadows.

The moon then greeted me, My lady night,   

What brings you to carry such a rubble?   

I replied, If only you'd understand

The predicament that I’m going through.

’Tis hard and inevitable for man

To not reminisce and then gaze at you.

- 2011

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