You do not see what I see from this river stream.
All the treasures in the world never had but one witness
Though they have been seen by thousands.
We never seen what they saw.
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To a stranger in my future,
I will greet you with only pleasure.
If I meet you, bring no danger.
For if I met you, you would no longer be a stranger.
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If all was born only to be reborn again
It would be a paradox to find where it all began.
If all our wisdom came from reading
Then all our writings would have no meaning.
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Where are you Yang?
Trapped immensely in the brain,
Seeking shelter from the fading rain,
Dripping drops of minutes through time?
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We shall never repay our friends and foes
For all the joys and all the woes.
You see, I do not refer to 'love'
Just to understand what their views are of.
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Sleep is like a curse.
You cannot escape it.
Eventually you will wear out;
And like a poison it will spread
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The rose lives only a day
Though It's beauty is
Everlasting and naive.
It dances in the wind
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Falling to an ending fade.
The wind of inescapable fate,
The difference within each flake
Is the same, as every dropp within the rain.
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I've always been envious of the cat.
A fearless creature with no cares
Other than to taunt you with It's stares.
Flexible, curious and fast-
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'What to write? '
Is the poet's question.
A writer's ambition.
A comic's intuition.
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