A Mini Poetry Blog
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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Happiness….. Not in another place, but this place; Not for another hour, but this hour; Not in sweet heaven, but this bitter earth; Not desired by stars, but this weary heart. We have wasted so much life, worried about future, dwell on past, afraid of a true self, fear of the collective. We want love,…
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