Elie Karaan Poems

Sometimes I wonder why I am.
Is it to pervade all thought with elusive tranquility?
Will the dialect of my being foster a change throughout?
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The soft-spoken charioteer lingers in a bitter heart's disruption,
as we chant from the hilltops alongside our horizon,
'Death to you, sweet charioteer, release me from your satisfaction.
No longer will I drown in pools of debilitating misinterpretation.'
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