It was a day with painful Desire
Am coming with heart of weakness
It's sure that am breathing
underwater,
Am not sure therefore I am
She is a wave in the Sea
I read a book without pages,
I walk without floors
It's raining without wet
Am strive For love, for not life
Drowsy for writing poems
Bring me the bell without noise
It's time for dying dying dying.
- DHANANCHEZHIYAN
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