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“high seas are rising within me.
rivers, clear green in my veins…”

the city is screaming loud!
yet, behind many walls,
sadness cries silently.
and loneliness,
and desperation,
can’t make its yell heard.
the sun’s shadow is growing,
as its rays crush and crack,
on soaring high buildings.
darkness hides in retreats,
where daylight fails to infiltrate.
the hearts’ ballad is sobbing
and beauty is wailing subtly.
the whistle of joy is heard no more!
the whisper of so many longings,
choke within the clamorous noise.

oh, how I missed the song of the stars!


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