This world was too much.
in him.
Sometimes he wanted
to go insane.
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Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees.
Stoically I rode on the wings of pain,
to watch the descending values.
...
Turnover my secret past
I have to dig up my future
In the hour of crumbling walls and dark
clouds.
...
I will watch the field,
but not play the game.
Do not want to win the toss,
for no one to loose the chance.
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Blaze on the horizon was spreading.
No peak was left green,
time was running out.
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It drips -
my ocean.
One dropp at a time
from the eyes of a grey stone.
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Go, my sun go.
Collect all your golden leaves
and leave me with pink wounds.
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There was no beginning
no ending.
Beyond tomorrow
you will be, what you were not.
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Oh God
I don’t believe you
for irretrievable sins in me.
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This was my book of pain
with no ending.
Life had two meanings-
Anticipation of today,
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