Faces all round,
Impassively burning under the sun.
Everyone is on the run,
Carrying their own personal wound and burden.
I, a member of this crowd,
Crossing the distance between,
Stillness and fight.
As life dances on its own plight. 
No words, no feeling,
Frustration breaking the ceiling.
Trying hard to stay numb,
As moon breaks into crumbs. 
Between stages of incurable phrases,
Of twists and bend,
Life will slowly quickly end.

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As sand in the hourglass settled,
With that heartbeat slowly levelled.
Lost the value of the word,
Word itself was God.
Flying bird and sunset sky,
Stopped caring how and why.
Rain stopped having any feeling,
And pain lost its meaning.
Death is, that what it is,
As I stopped being his.

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Two Non-lovers

Rose and Rain, 
Holding beauty and pain. 
When strong wind hits, 
Tearing softness to bits. 
The sky more blue, 
Darkness blocking the view. 
Will you hold me? 
On our spot by the sea. 
Remembering the green grass, 
And the long journey of our hearts. 
Secret sky hiding under the veil, 
The two lovers and their tale. 
A Voice without words, 
The love that it said.

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Something for Someone

Someone far away is playing his drums.

Somewhere far away loudspeakers are busting.

Sometimes all you can do is listen.

Sometimes you have to make it stop.

Somewhat you will always be wrong.

Somehow you will still be correct.

Somethings one should not tolerate.

Somebody needs to respect oneself.

Then something will change.

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