Not choosing at all
while still a choice…is just not
The very best one
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I feel no shame from
Whence I came but do feel fear
Of where I’m going
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Tilt back your head and
Raise your face…close your eyes…feel
The grace… of warm skies
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Each man lives two lives
One is dreams, one is real and
both he still survives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem