The night turns a being
without forms and image
And says, lets go for a sip
with this thirsty eyes.
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When I am crazy and insane
as said by the critics
how can I be a poet.
I do not know
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A poet can make
a stone weeping
But I can not
I see a stone
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Dream takes my poet friend Greenwolfe
To be in heaven and in hell
Dream helps my friend to be
full of greed and lust.
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To cultivate a barren time
To create a rose garden
You entered into an unknown time
We walk together
...
I know darling
You will be surprised
to see me
My face is full of beard
...
I may not see you again
Always in my heart you remain
I shall never forget you my dear
Your sweet memory makes me cheer.
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A time for both of us
Only to think
When there was no time
We do not have any form
...
White above white
White within white
White below white.
The planet disappears
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