Once beloved ones
Now just two people in the crowd
Walking past each other
With only the trees remembering
what made us love one another…
Tag: poem
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Make an effort…
Look at the abyss. Hold my hand.
And just try not to cry.
To the universe whispering…
(There was no anticipation for your coming to this void cosmos…)
There is no effort needed to be alive…
(Can you know thyself?)
Make an effort…
(At the end, to die!)
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Bright tree…
Bright moon
Next to the trees
With roots running deep
Oh, bright moon, I can see you
My roots are near thee
I will never touch you like that tree
The night is my friend
Standing still
Bright moon, can you see me?
Poetic Philosophy 