Cyclopseven R Poems

I close my eyes
to see the ‘me’
who sees everything but ‘me’.
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Words from Everest, tremble
humbly wrapped in icy blanket.
the tremor of her voice
violently touched me.
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Will the thoughts stop dancing?
to allow a kill of the few flimsy desires
that veil my mind to pleasure fill
because they make my livinig weak.
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Leaving me sadly
she bid adieu to me.
a choice she has none
but to leave me today
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The tree stands free
dancing to the rhythm of the wind
that blows soothingly from every corner of earth
and gently the tree dances free.
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The smile of an abandoned figure
along the pavement in a corner in *Taiping
stretched far and wide as he received
the bundle of rations given
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I see in the river
the gurgling vibrant
of a baby that crawls.
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The mirror on the wall
suddenly fell with a thud
unto pieces it went
creating puzzles of my face.
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Release me from this cage
for ages do not confine me
nor stages of development
shut me.
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Don’t hassle me My Lord
with tales that twist
and mighty pain that shriek this soul
with fermented fear.
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