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Dogs greet, everytime, they meet, they meet, everytime, like the first time, pushing their, wet nose against you, to play, everytime an urge to, rush and stay.. while sleeping, when aproached, their tail, would still keep dancing, while digging their, sniffs onto their toys, they come to you, all jumpy and pouncing, with eyes seeking, approvals... They keep you protected, in a manner like, no one else, they check if you are okay, and follow you, to a cave or, a shabby mess.. They make requests, which even though, hit rejects, doesn't end up, reflecting stature, rubbing themselves, all over you, they sit alongside, as if they are, always ready for the ride, whenever... If it's late, They wait, If it's hate, They relate, If it's tears, They seek to distract.. Trust me, At some point they do, Have the power to read your mind.. They come to check, On you at night, They always acknowledge, That you are right, Your daughter just adores it's presence, Even though more ofte

The Road Was My Own

Into the forest..
As I walked..
The trees looked down at me.
I could see..
My feet chasing the ground.
Soul stretch …
Was the naked sketch.
Of voices that surround.
The unsaid words..
That I never heard..
Was a fleet filled with birds.
Childhood hugging…
Falsehood bugging..
Left inside..
Was the sweat trickling below..
Making an attempt to sort narrow..
But forever shallow.
Defining virtue..
Over needy leaves…
Tip toeing into dry crumple..
Stumbled on a stone..
While thunder erode..
Refusing the turn..
As eyes got wet..
Took the wrong road..
That I went alone..
Was definitely my own.

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