A troika .....
me....soul. ...shadow....
a fascinating place to be....
we three....
full of glee. ...and dreams....
but sometimes muffled screams......
the troika on the move. ....
in the groove....cool and blue..
the shadow walks besides me....
sometimes in me.....
ahead at times. ...
laughing and chimes....
"I am you ....you are mine...."
my soul inside me...chuckles...
at times...flitting with love
also despair..oh..I do care....
we play in joyous flair..you see...
chiding ...fighting. ...
clinging ..with fun dancing..
a song singing. ..
leg pulling. ....
a happy troika. .....indeed...
hey...life....come on ....
take note......
Alone. ..it's me.....
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Alone
PoetryBeing alone is the silent journey to the inner self...where no one holds sway except oneself.... A collection of poems seeking to understand this intrinsic state of the mind and soul..... The beginning and the end....
