My Liberator

My heart, it sobs;
My eyes, they weep;
As the time slogs,
and the clock sleeps.

The time seems to stop,
in face of a ravine deep,
Was here I to drop?
the light from the cloud gleams.

The light dazzles;
Shining , tearing away the gray.
Shimmering leaving sadness astray;
traveling and taking me along.

I live again;
I love again.
I fly awayI let the light take over me…

..My light my liberator

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  1. I spot a silver lining here...there's a shift in the moods..from darkness to light..from grey to white...clouds clearing away and the sun sparkling thru....nice one yaar...whats the incident that has inspired this..mayb some person...im curious..

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  2. Alas dear Sister..."mutantur omnia nos et mutamur in illis".

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