The stranger
Painting with
Unspoken
Words
Moved on
In a volatile
Blind
World
Where a mirage
Seems reality
To the overall
Majority
While the
Actuality
As they believed
Is nothing
But
Part of
The
Poet Imagination
Nothing
But
Part of
Unrealistic
Philosophy
Shackled with
Unspoken
Words
And
Living beyond
Their time
Beyond their
Thoughts
The silent
Poet
Strolled toward
An opening
Shore
Shedding
Earthly vehicle
Then
Shedding the
Soul
Merging
Beyond humans
Forms
Enriching the
Evolving
All
Enriching the
Ultimate
Source
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