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'My Strange Companion's'.

Jan 13, 2025
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Updated: Jul 17, 2025

By Rahul Marskole


To the Soil, I say my prayers. To bury it like a seed.

To see it grow and so my dreams will come true.

 

To the Tree, I say my joys. 

To make them big, beautiful & to bear fruits. 


To the Water, I say my cure. Then I drink it. 


To the Window I say my love letters. 

To keep it as a secret and gently whisper it to my lover. 


To the River, I say my happiness. 

To carry it far and give it to the others. 


To the Mountains, I say my goals. 

I climb the mountain and so I shall complete my goal.

 

To the Sky, I say my secrets. To hold it in the clouds.

Away from my fellows. 


To Thunder and Lightning, I say my lust/desires.

To hide it under the sound and just as quickly gone. 


To the Fire, I say my guilt. To burn it from my memories.

To feel reborn. 


To the Oceans, I say my sorrows. 

To shed tears in the water. 

To hide it from the world. 


To the Moon, I say my one sided love story. 

To share the same feelings and keep each other company. 


To the Death, the one I call friend. 

Though far away but sure to come.

To take me to the Heaven.

Where all is true and mine.


By Rahul Marskole




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