I find people who are happy, beautiful.
Those who run freely,
breathe freely, sing freely, dance freely,
love freely, give freely, think freely,
Live freely.
I don't know when I will get there,
But I'd like to try.
I think those who write freely,
Can write beautiful lies.
And that's the thing isn't it?
Lies are beautiful.
Lies are so beautiful.
And the good ones, we believe wholeheartedly.
And receive such blissful peace.
I wish to write beautifully,
So one day I become so good,
I can believe in them wholeheartedly as well.
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A Sea Shore Still Has Pebbles
PoetryA collection of poems I've written through the years and am still writing.
