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merging canopies
swelled up ocean
bouncing trees
vanishing horizon

rattling blood
sinister creaks
molten food
breathing tweaks

rising low and falling high
blinking a tear
a loners cry;
was he the last lear?

PS: Help  me give it a title. 

Realizations

I'm scared of silence.

I'm scared of being alone/lonely.

I'm scared of apprehensions.

I'm scared of uncertainty

I'm scared of instability.

I'm, i'm scared.

Sand and Sea

Hush hush, I'm coming to thee
Grab me now, kiss me now
Blend me, bend me
cuddle me, tickle me
Don't ask me how...

Hush, I'm coming to thee.

And i am back :-)

I am a Miracle

I am poverty
I am disease

I am hunger
I am thirst

I am impotent
I am profuse

I am famine
I am drought

I am hay
I am straw

I am rag
I am unproportioned

I am a curse
I am a catastrophe

I am a destitute
I am a vacancy

BUT I am a miracle
Because I survive
I live without any black,
yellow or white

A This and A That

A tide that rattles and hisses and snores
A wave that benumbs the silence of the shore

A road that calls and ferries big and small
A highway that falls and robs many of all

A girl and a boy too young to be coy
a man and a woman too old to deify

A pencil that sharpens a poets wits
A pen that sings and feathers the hits

A hammer that sings and flattens the bump
A gong that sounds and soothes the grizzly lump

A game of hide and seek when chased in the sun
a game of snakes and ladders when reaching for the bacon

a this and a that
a cap and a hat
chapped lips, cracked heels

Thats all for the show.