Out Of Our Windows

Watching the leaves move: 
Purposeless, but in harmony, 
Letting the wind provide the meaning, 
And the day, the context. 

The precious times, unplanned, 
But in such movement 
Becoming one with the struggle, 
And more in our beauty

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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