Dali Luptak Poems

-where the windows on the train cry
just as i
did they witness the same?
abandoned cranes and merciless rain?
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The ancient Egyptian stares at me
everyday
holding his sheet but he's got no pen.
Write, write, write
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Northern wind northern wind
I'm still standing straight
I'm still hoping for new days
all that hurt me to erase
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Rats can't fly
and neither can I
shame on me
on my simple poetry
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What to cry for
when it is so near
the great sea
one big salty tear
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