I Although Not Beautiful
I, although not beautiful,
have desired to mingle my dust
with all that is beautiful-
with rivers, streams
and the white sand of uninhabited beaches.
As I grow older
I would like to be without dislike
these hurt me.
I have realised the importance of dreams
and accept the thoughts that go within myself.
The possibility of disaster is always near-
I drag my feet when I say goodbye.
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