What can be?
Except for the things that I see
The things that I feel
The things that are close to me
And yet, I only understand Being
When I close my eyes
And see nothing but me…
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Raining (The way)
Raining
New water
Cleaning the path in front of me
So that I move forward
Believing that I start new
But this is old water
Existing since thousand years ago
Pouring on people now long gone
They smile too
And as they
I will go too
On a normal sunny day
Waiting for the rain
To clear the way
