Beryl Jacob Poems

The wind starts at the direction he likes
and goes to the direction where it wants
We don't know where it start or go
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When it become late evening
I went to my terrace, for a walk
I saw clouds coming together and it was dark
The sun dissappeared
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Death is the end of the track
We are like trains with no brakes
Moving forward
The train will have lots of difficulty
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In the last hour of the day
I was waiting for a train
I waited for minutes
Suddenly I heard the horn of the train
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In a silent night
The walker man went to the terrace
He goes in different ways
Until his legs get pain
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I don't know
What is happening in the world?
I don't know
Where does the wind start and go
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When i wake up in the early morning
I went to my balcony
I saw fog filled in the sky
I heard birds chirping
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