Sheldon Allen Saluta - Again

Clouds of blues cavern me
Staring tearfully on the chimney
“Am I crying? ” asking whimsically
Believing not but questionably

There is something deplete
Inside this heart of incomposite
Undeniably doubtful about it
Walking like dead and is incomplete

I reached the house of doors
Doors of my lost memories and lore
I sought the reason of this loneliness
Is the piece of wanting his presence.

Now, I found the real main
It took my bliss, injected the pain
I waited for so long, I grabbed my pen
And I wrote, “Can I see him, again? ”

Sheldon Allen Saluta

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