Not the world
But the nature is beautiful
when it rains
it seems-
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It's unique palace
Blue sky and vast crystal land
Immense emptiness
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Let me learn to be the poem of your desired life
Let me learn to be you-
A silent word or the embroidered hand
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Yes marble, the eyes on gilded moment
Princes you on the green maple for me
This crisscross path of red heart reminds you
Against death, enemy of feeling's flirting
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poet, you the power,
power of eternity
your poem is the honey;
from the depth forest
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postmodern world
they have rights
freedom is liberal choice
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Here
Rainy season
Time spins itself
You are coming now
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To know everything to posses everything
It's impossible for me even ‘Possible' lives in the heart of impossible
All possibilities are powerful without conscience
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