From my notebook

A collection of short works from my notebook, written between Aug and Oct 1998.

Weary soul,
Troubled heart,
Walking with footsteps so slow,
Closing the distance worlds apart.
Distance so far,
Time so little,
Nothing can bear,
Thoughts so bitter.
(Written on 26 Aug 1998)
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The rustling of leaves,
A random sound.
The high flying hawks,
Circling around.
(Written on 29 Sep 1998)
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Cold winds chill hearts,
Heavy rains drench souls,
Earthquakes shake spirits,
Lightning scorch bodies.
(Written on 29 Sep 1998)
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One, two, three, four,
And as I slowly look around,
More and more appear,
I am filled, astound.
The myriad of lights,
Each one so far away,
Wonderful sights,
Set this night into play.
(Written on 18 Oct 1998)