Wherever the Tomorrow is
Its already a yesterday somewhere else.
Whenever our waters fall in love with the sinking ships
some of us have to drown to live.
Whoever asks about the death of stars
we tell them about birth of ends.
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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...
