Cyrus Diaz Poems

Reading is travelling,
Painting is train,
to some unfamiliar
Places they take you,
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learning is
constantly
updating
the things
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The city silence
a vehicle groan at dawn
awakes my numbness.
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Each day comes with
A life that’s new
And a strange continued story
But still beneath the bend of blue
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unending darkness
soothe to my soul like an ink
marveled my strength.
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The mountain was brilliant
Its pinnacle seems to kiss the sky
Inch by inch we crept upwards
The lofty grandeur
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Cools after the rain
sun hovers like song
the cicada sing
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Open mind
is apparently
a teachable mind
it acknowledge
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It’s been a year now
Since that hot afternoon
Of September, yet
I still remember it seems
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