A poet that strives to find the depth and colors of words beyond their meanings.
Though mountains block my view and way,
To hold your hand by night or day,
I sit and wait in longing sigh
For one more kiss with teary eye.
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Turning a page in the book of Days,
The world read between monochrome lines
Has a sun falling down a distant grey.
It burns with no color.
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I am the roots of the flower;
Though absorb all the wonders of the Earth I do
Day in
And day out,
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There's no breath besides life-
The air will tell you so;
Every current telling the time
From now,
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