Wild Dreams

1 Before me awaits a heap of shapeless days, unseparated atoms capable of endless possibilities, I must seek the best of goodness and live with it. Behind me a distance bridge of leftover days, Separated peaches ripen prematurely without rains, I once traveled in wild dreams and lived with it. When the world turned completely…

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Empty Notebook

My notebook has remained blank for months My words have deserted its oath ever since thanks to the light showered around me, I have no use  for my pen, which lies  languorously without grief.  Nothing is better than to live  a storyless life that needs  no writing for meaning—  And when I am gone, let others…

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