THIRSTY AS THE TIDE. (An Original Poetry)

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Like a goose on the loose,
sitting on stagnant swamps
waiting for Cupid's conquest
to many, love is but a Rhapsody
but we sit as Orpheus
singing mournful prosody
on silent banks with gentle sands
whimpering like a lost souls

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Where does love resides?
in the ocean or on the air?
like merman,
rarest in the gentlest of heart,
I sit still in silent ocean
throwing Peebles,
to calm my quaking soul,
for I've set on camel's back
on a ride to find
that which makes me whole
but empty did i returned

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Blisters on feet,
cramps on roads with blizzard,
I see twinkles,
afar off like blinking hope,
but sometimes we're
overjoyed dolphins
happy to dive in hopeless waters
with no aspiration for tomorrow

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The tide is thirsty
ready to feed,
love is an ocean,
that drowns the littlest of heart
bringing them beads of perspiration
as they scower in confusion
aimlessly throwing their nets
like a blind fisherman
in the middle of the Nile