The sun is out
But I am cold,
My eyes are wide
But my mind is asleep
The world is alive
But I am dead
Nature is love
But I am aloof.
Everything screams:
"live for today"
when I died
yesterday...
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
