A Useless Talker
The silence The quiet The peace The noise "Where are you ?", I wonder, As I search for everything I knew, Once that all existed inside. The poet The painter The lover The wild " Who are you? " I ponder, When I can't resemble, Any reflections in my sight. The past The future The darkness And the bright "What am I? ", And my soul sunders, When I calculate My existential price.
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I'm trying to be more humble and kind, by venting out my unspoken rants in here.
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