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I would just like to share my life's pages hoping that people will somehow understand me at least in POETRY. |
When I look at the horizon
I see not a line but a question...
When I look at the horizon
I could no longer see a line or a question...
Oh I thought
I have removed thee in me...
Every day the Horizon patiently waits
For the Sun's loving-gentle embrace...
The rain comes after the heat
It sucks the moisture of the earth...
At last the dots have been connected
The unspoken no longer rehearsed...
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Friendship is Trust's little sister. |