I took a ride on the other side
of a wide Ocean and wilder skies
People spoke in different language
Only two of us are of our mother tongue
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Poetry
Unexpectedly poetry came to me
It is not rising on the top
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Rub me rub against you
If you are stone
And want a spark
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New Year
Years come and years go
Leaving me more experienced and making me older
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In this world there is no such thing like hate
It's a turnabout form of love
A dejection of the desire
To have what the hated person has
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Once the Tip of a cliff
Falls in love with Pride
And goes along with her
To the house of Zenith
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Let me climb to the unknown top
Where the treasure of darkness kept secret
Through the path of thorns
Hidden pitfalls
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She gives me
back my poems
with a soft smile in her face
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In woods
Plants vie for lights
Here I fight for life
Against all odds
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I am on the stage
Of my own life
No camera, no light
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