A mediocre
You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.
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I can't level myself with words, it is what I do everyday that defines me, complicated but simple
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Soaring fantasies
A burning fierce sun
Looks like a monotonous tale
A tiny dot in cloudy sky
Disappears soon after
Leaves a scar on bosom.
The little balanced drops of water
Are wish to make all clear and green
Witnessing the things
What they hold inside.
They live in soaring fantasies
Seemingly unattainable inspiration
To awaken inner stillness.
It's not only a feeling of change
But accept the presence of dark.
Looks like a monotonous tale
A tiny dot in cloudy sky
Disappears soon after
Leaves a scar on bosom.
The little balanced drops of water
Are wish to make all clear and green
Witnessing the things
What they hold inside.
They live in soaring fantasies
Seemingly unattainable inspiration
To awaken inner stillness.
It's not only a feeling of change
But accept the presence of dark.
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