Born through a channel atop a zebra's fur stolen from the stripped beast on a midnights roaming crying tears and leaking blood that blend the stripes. not knowing the 'fate' of life or the irony of being born so silently like a whisper told by a young girl into anothers ear. never asking questions or thinking of possible answers sitting on the sand with a back to the wind remembering stories told by parents and grandparents standing on furs previously owned by zebras. the adolescant waits, for a time when he can mix blood and tears and lie on the zebra's fur for the last time.
Reason for writing:
Hey, Thanks for reading, this poem was made on the spot just then, its nothing special just somthing i want you to have, something i think you need, somthing i dont want anymore. I hope you enjoyed it. It is about nostalgia in a sence, about telling a story of birth and not being able to remember your own birth so you beleive the stories. Which soon become striped like a zebras fur.....
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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