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MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT POETRY :
I was there among the leaves, the birds, the stars and the sky.
As if I had freedom to fly,
However slowly as the years passed by,
Narrowing down my horizon of mind and the eye,
And I had no clue of the changes happening by,
Suddenly I was lost among the books and the competitive cries.
Living a book worms life who does not knows to fly.
Loosing harmony with nature, my passions and every single passer-by (????),
This miserable life was haunting and murdering from inside which is not to justify,
Being exhausted, realized I was not born to comply,
I was there to lead, to rule, to dignify,
To spread happiness and maneuver everywhere like a butterfly.
As if I had freedom to fly,
However slowly as the years passed by,
Narrowing down my horizon of mind and the eye,
And I had no clue of the changes happening by,
Suddenly I was lost among the books and the competitive cries.
Living a book worms life who does not knows to fly.
Loosing harmony with nature, my passions and every single passer-by (????),
This miserable life was haunting and murdering from inside which is not to justify,
Being exhausted, realized I was not born to comply,
I was there to lead, to rule, to dignify,
To spread happiness and maneuver everywhere like a butterfly.
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THANK YOU
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