Not when the rain falls
nor the sun shines
The pick of my breath
The last of my unknown past
To you my destiny
I am here for the picking
To my predisposition
Do I still dig deeper or continue digging?
I belong to the unspoken days
I am counted with the unseen
How liberating!
A caveat; a cornerstone
Sing not my Haiku -I have a longer span
I chose my words -They are my binds
My thoughts - Unwritten
History are what I did untouched
Not what is written of me
or will never be.
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