Cutting Cold & Gigantic Goals - Poem by Amine Fadil
No sunny songs, or fine fellows,
The sightless silence, and the shaking shadows,
From time to time, within winter's calm midnights,
Barking dim dogs, and doomed drunk fellows
Reign rainy roads.
The room's watchful walls, and the luminous light is on -
Preset preparation for exhausting exams marches on.
The piercing pain, and the cutting cold
Dragoon me the weary work to halt,
And to embrace the blanket's wonderful warmth.
Worthless, dark, and cruel.
Life is null with no dreams, and goals.
Sixty, or seventy years old,
You are never too old to live dreams,
And achieve gigantic goals.
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