It's not the surface of this world that poets inhabit
It's a vast world of words, thoughts and emotions
It's not only the physical world that touches their psyche
It's an elaborate world of sounds, colours, contours and silence
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I have found a formula
To close the gap between the known and the unknown
This is not a mathematical hypothesis
Or an elongated question about cosmic debris
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In this book
Let's lose our identities
Fold our expectations
And delete our achievements
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In this mirror
You are the pieces of the puzzle
Not one clue available
You have to find yourself
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The dreamer in me wants to taste the contents of life
Not the lavish taste of delicacies at the table of materialism
But the taste of being a true vessel of humanity
The taste of knowing how to Love
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In my search for meaning
I planted a seed
Not knowing what kind of plant it was
I put my faith in the unknown (God)
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Let not the lantern of darkness shine bright again
Let those who are qualified hold the torch of humanity
To lead us to the future
Let's learn from our mistakes and step out of this chaotic experience
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The sun is dressed in red
Not to plead guilty
For its hot temper
But to announce
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I chose the path of Light
Not to disrobe the world
But to undress my being
And address human beings
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It's not the art that he sees
It's the colours that gives his story clarity
When a poet writes
It's not his (her)thoughts that begs for meaning
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