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I am really wondering
whether writing a few lines of poems
shielding me from the realities
Yet the writing sharpens my insight
to the moment
a blink of eyes, a flashing-by phrase
or a sentence to capture a scene
to illustrate some mood
that I could not normally remember seconds later
if I did not start to write
As if I walked out of this world
but stares back from outside in
at the angle
my soul might be drifted out of body in space
but soaking in the real time, moment by moment
There is not much left now
for the void of life
when free thoughts run around
to cover everywhere mind goes
like a breeze
traces are left by something else
not within the shapeless itself |
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