You speak to me
As a stranger now
Someone who you don’t know
A person you just met

And I see you differently
A foreign being
You ricochet off my circle
There is zero feeling
when I see your face
But your voice
It still makes me cringe
Hearing it puts me on alert

Recalling—
Condescension that you used
Words like blades in my back
Slicing into my soul

Remembering—
But your capacity to *******
is no longer there

Ironic laughter fills my mind
As I watch you drift by
Like another stranger
Wandering on the street

the warm west wind blows
frost-bitten spring leaves away
white clouds replace grey

But how will I live
life, in my own way
if I keep having
to listen to everything,
you say?

Brown leaves flux the pond
tadpoles elude the sunlight
an eerie fog infringed

The death will cry
when there is no
any one living on
this limited sheet

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Craving essences of inner thoughts
toward picturesque portraits,
to be created by soulful words--
The Artist lets emotions run rampant
through mystical sounds and touches'
delights--
A heartfelt design from a whirling frenzy
of mindful notions,
framed into a mosaic which carries this message:
"As long as life perseveres,
there will be fables following us
leading us out of the darkness."