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Without You
by Perrin Abbas
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Without you, out loud silence screams
Without you, there aint no dream
Without you, the trees forget the wind
Without you, the night is chagrined

Without you, hours are days
Without you, it’s all a haze
Without you, music has no rhyme
Without you, stands still, time

Without you, my eyes have no light
Without you, my vision has no sight
Without you, my steps seem to cease
Without you, my soul yearns for peace

Without you, colours are faded
Without you, I am jaded
I need you, life is incomplete
Come get me, my heartbeat

The inspiration for this came from feeling a disconnect with my true self.

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July 27, 2012
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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you rdashby and flame for your kind comments.

regards,
Perrin

perrin
01/06/2014 02:57 AM

Comment
Perrin Ji
Without you ,nobody has penned such a verse
Without you ,who would been so perfectly terse?

we have yet another poetic voice boloji.com ,cheer up!

flame
07/29/2012 13:37 PM

Comment The true self in each of us - we will all agree - is the self-same self that brings each of us fulfilment even to eternal life. This is that 'kingdom of God (is) within you' Christ preached, and is none other than Christ himself, the true uncreated 'I' in whose 'I' status we all have stewardship as realisers of rightness, and in whom we achieve our fulfulment and destiny, or, as your poem manifests in the 'disconnect with my true self', are lost in the state of hell.


rdashby
07/28/2012 20:16 PM




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