Detached from the dust of this world
and the old, clamoring, foolish men who play it like a board game,
I am unfettered.
The measure of success I hear people repeating
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I feel this poem with all my might! How wonderfully said! Haha the dust of the world could be nothing but the greed(money) Loved the end, my heart read it a bit different it lost one n but aquired a wanted peace : I am out of rage, long ago I had already adopted humanity. Thank you for this marvellous
If just one person enjoys something we express, it is worth so much more. Thank you for breathing life into my art Elena!