in the realms of the solitudes,
the moon as it shines a silvery grey,
i await, even as life moves on
perverse to my wishes.
this heart keeps crying away
in the primal fear of fickleness.
it needs love to savour life
and most seminal of all;
understanding.
choices have been many,
all these years, and
so has destiny played its part.
but now, regrets are none.
i've walked miles the trodden path,
and as life sings a raucous song,
i hope, against all hope,
in accordance with the
radiance of the camp-fire,
of a clearer vision and a pledge
to move on impervious to fate,
so on with vimful zest.
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