Ordinary May Poems

Two emerald coasts frame
the cape of the ancient pirates
Among its smooth greyish white rocks
cedar trees being grown faintly within the centuries
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Last night I slipped into an introspective dream
a witness of a strange extracorporeal experience
the whole me deconstructed to its raw materials
Dead myself was found a bright day
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My dear friend, come on
come on near, my hand to hold.
They are just poisoning my brain
with these hands up in the air
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Circles of people
engaged with their failure
continue living
a ruined dreams' tenure.
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