Solitary
There was I sitting on the white sand
Enjoying the benefits of solitary bliss.
I never wanted any one to give me a hand
Lost my self on a questful journey for inner peace
Tis bliss to be loved by a dog, a loyal friend
Want you to love me like a dog, always ready for a kiss
Tis always ready to defend me from my fiend
The one who slithers, infects and speaks with a hiss
Need you to love me like god, a royal friend
Always with me throught it all, I never miss
There was I fitting my dislocated parts
Calm and settled for I was at the planning stage
The leader in me giving wisdom in farts
The reader is me observing and putting it on page
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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