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I look outside the window pane,
at the buildings passing by,
to little drops of falling rain,
from a cloudy midnight sky.
And then I wonder looking out,
past the rushing scenery,
that someone, somewhere, without a doubt,
is doing just the same as me.
~*~
Somewhere, someone is awestruck by
a moon that seems so full and bright,
while somewhere distant, many lie
on beaches soaked in warm sunlight.
Somewhere, someone is praying hard
for aid to feed his family,
while somewhere far, a lucky card
has won someone the lottery.
Somewhere, someone walks down the aisle,
and says her vows for love of him,
while somewhere else, a heavy file
for divorce is passed – a spark now dim.
Somewhere, someone has robbed a store,
running on foot – so desperate,
while someone starts his life once more,
no bars nor chains – a new path set.
Somewhere, someone has climbed up to
the highest peak of Everest,
while someone has to just make do,
with failing one more written test.
Somewhere, someone waits eagerly,
for him to give her true first kiss,
while somewhere close, its not to be,
heartbreak soothed by ice-cream’s bliss.
Somewhere, a youth walks robed in blue
across the stage to graduate,
while somewhere someone rushes to
his first class since 1968.
Somewhere, someone is waiting for
a bus out in the pouring rain.
Someone waits by the clinic door;
his lab results drive him insane.
Somewhere, someone is flying to
China at a decent price,
while at some store someone cuts through
to get on sale a bag of rice.
Somewhere, someone is sleeping in,
past 10AM without a care.
Somewhere bombings will soon begin,
all awake, or dead, or in despair.
Somewhere, someone now takes a bite
of juicy apple, red and sweet,
while someone’s up at day’s first light,
to pick those apples, sold for meat.
Somewhere, someone now cries so many
tears of laughter, with wide grin.
Somewhere, someone is crying plenty
tears of sadness, her hope now thin.
Somewhere, someone lays fallen, dying
on battlefield, his duty done,
while somewhere sound of infant crying
signals new life – his tiny son.
~*~
I look outside the window pane,
at the buildings passing by,
to little drops of falling rain,
and to the world I now reply:
Somewhere out of all somewheres,
out of those someones, I see,
staring out and unawares...
...you are there thinking of me.
- by e t h e r e a l - j a d e |
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- Title: Somewhere
- Artist: e t h e r e a l - j a d e
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No matter where you are in the world or who you may be, we are all connected with one another and go through many sorts of various experiences - whether they be familiar or utterly foreign to each and every one of us.
Just some of my rambling thoughts that ran through my head as I returned home on transit after classes one rainy night... - Date: 01/14/2010
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- Sesskogaru - 01/19/2010
- awwwwwwwww! I like it. You are a very good writer. ^^ Keep up the great work! wink
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