I am like a motionless river.
Now I am almost getting dry
With the heat of stress and worry.
So many weeds have grown on me
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One day like a bird I will fly
In your blue sky
Where there is no fret, no boredom.
There I will find the joy of freedom.
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I am a salesman.
I sell so colourful dream.
I also make the pale dream colourful
With the hues of my mind.
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Poetry is neither a basilica
Nor a story of a happy family.
Poetry is the romantic tale
Of our love and languishment.
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Seventeen years ago
I wrote a letter to you
For the last time.
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I will be the bird to sing the song of love
If you are with me always my dear Love!
I will be a glittering star in the sky of your heart
Only to vanish the darkness of your heart.
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Like the fallen leaves in winter
My dreams are now so dry
And the injuries of love
Every time make me cry.
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Now I find a river
That will absorb
All of my agony and pain
And gladden my heart
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After a long time
I have taken my diary
To compose some verses
By sitting on the couch
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Once I was wandering lone by the sea
And it was a romantic full moon night.
I saw a fairy flying around me.
She was looking gorgeous in moonlight.
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