Loner Soul


Sailboats in blue ocean waves
Swaying through stormy breeze
Dove sailing in that clear blue sky
Like a white silver jet.

Behind that white misty cloud
Was a hidden tiny wall
Covered with dark icy cubes
Is a sad, loner soul.

Teardrops from one soul’s eyes
Flowing softly to the deep seas
As it washed pain and sorrows away
Like a cold stormy day.

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I graduated high school at Dumaguete City High School, Calindagan Dumaguete City, Philippines. I took up Basic computer literacy last 2009. I love researching stuffs for my own good. I love reading novels and love making poems. I started making poems since I was 18 years old. I only make poems during my free time and during weekends. I love being alone and sometimes I love blended up with nature than ended srewing up with people around me who don't want to try to understand my personality. I have a very short memory of conversations and people around me. And I have the very worst sense of directions. Please visit this link for you to be sure about the information you are looking for. Thank you.https://www.facebook.com/miszxchillprincess.VerlizaGajeles
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