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Now and then I find the urge to do some writing. My only short story thus far is entitled Hypothrisy. My poetry titles are listed below in chronological order:


Twins

Every night I had a habit -
I would journey through the forest,
Where my life was deeply rooted.
I recall a certain night when
I dared look at sky above and
Saw two stars look back at me!

Each and every night thereafter
I would look with wonder, wond'ring
What these stars, these twins, could mean by
being so amazed by me... But
I could not find any reason
Why these stars were fond of me.

Several sim'lar weeks passed by, but
Then I made a grand discov'ry -
Every night the twins drew closer,
Shining more 'ftheir light upon me.
Soon I found that I was looking
Back at them in harmony.

One fine night I layed there gazing
At these stars which e'er drew nearer.
As I looked I felt connected
To the inner thoughts and feelings;
Gradually I came to know the
duo looking back at me.

Soon I slept but was awakened
By a gentle rustling near me.
Waiting there upon the carpet
Was the twins I loved so dearly.
Day had come and now I saw the
Outside of the one before me.