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Completed
When I’m oldAnd not yet withered.In a cranked shelter, slightly bitterMy skin beginning to fold My companions and house matesHave disintegrated to immobile.Memories on my wall… When Always tics,Sometimes tocsAnd Often strikes!I shall dive into a place down nostalgia. Relive or revive memories,Experiences and livesI was convinced would never end;I was convinced should never end… Continue reading
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My Old Roots
You’re a flower.Connecting to your past is your roots extendingTouching different parts of this lovely garden,Perhaps your life is a forest. Embracing areas unexplored, sometimes ignoredTo learn of the pieces and droplets of sunlight left behindBrought back to the present It happens, at times, in an assembly of plantsSome from old gardens left behindStruggling but… Continue reading
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Destiny Remains
In a land full of chameleons Will you stay true to your color? Release your own vibrationsTurn your head, follow your pathQuiet your mind, follow your heartAre you willing to repeat the art?But flick your brush slightlyGive your stroke a different meaningLike the one on the ceiling? In a world filled with anchors to drown youClose ties to friends… Continue reading
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Inventions And Desires (Part 2)
I would say I’m in love with you;I love you;I want to make love to you;Your smile lights a bulb in me thatThomas Edison, as well, was convinced would never glow But I think, maybe I onlyWant to love you.Like I would spend hours, days, weeks, months, years.(Two times, I’ve spent years),In middle school,Caved in my imagination,… Continue reading