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Alive
Too young to care
Busy with living loud
Born on the wind, my youth flew by
Quickly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-j1YkEdWQs
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read poetry from my new book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse.

A cinquain is a form of poetry. 5 lines with 2-4-6-8-2 syllables.
available on Amazon.com
I never asked
for tomorrow
I think
That was you
[people generally think blue eyes are pretty, but his were not.
they were not cornflower, sky, baby, indigo, azure. his were iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death.]
 Mar 3 BeeVaishnavi
Jake
Crescent moon, a scythe,
cutting through the darkest nights.
I exhale. Relief.
The path is within.
No need to change everything around us or chase anything. Look inside yourself first.
Aether-borne relics,
dew-fed lungs of mist and bone,
silk-spun whispers bloom.

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