I don't long for the past that swings and rings
I don't care for the future I color
with empty wishes prayers and meditation
dream's dark inspiration carves the present
I suffer more at night than in the day
breathe hell seeking freedom in the body
through friends in spirit turn sanguine despite
the tricky degeneration in shared life
one more day passes one more poem born
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful poem. On a days life, when at a sanguine moment…