(Utilitarian Poem)
Avaunt fears that keep on stalking me,
creeping under my bed as I think
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Intuitively,
I can hear my heartbeats
while I examine myself consciously
existing in this round world
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The cracks, covered by dust on the road,
Where my feet are taking now,
Lead me to two different familiar paths,
Paths that have their own beauty and darkness
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The wings of my dreams start to weaken.
Before, they were wings of a ravenous Eagle
That used to fly my soul to the vast blue sky,
But now they have turned to a crippled wings of a wounded Dove
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Love can be imperfectly imagined
With perfectly imperfect face:
With nourished dark brows
Above the hazel-brown eyes
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My soul's voice is cold,
Heart is raining blood,
Mind is getting ready to explode like thunder.
Tears slowly pour down
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I am the cold and dark side of the world,
Deprived of the warm rays of sunlight.
You are the dazzling crescent moon,
Staying up with me all night long.
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Memories are running water in the river
That flows away with it's melancholic trickles.
They were once in front of my eyes,
But with just a blink of my teary eye
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I see you looking for the tiny spark of light
While you groping in the dark,
I badly want to help you find the light
I know that you're avoiding the fire from my heart,
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Hearts here,
Hearts there,
Hearts everywhere.
Boxed in a cage of ignorance,
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