Words never do justice to a man. I must, then, describe myself in two colors:
Light Green, Dark Blue.
Men of old in shining armor,
Brand their swords and ride like thunder,
Cities quake; behold their tremor!
Xerxes turns toward Greece.
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(composed while flying out of Berlin)
dim street colors
like brown barley rooftops
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O afar, beneath this gray coloured day,
Hangs a ribbon of darkness, shadowed fiend,
Despite the attempts, I admittedly say,
All reproves seem endless.
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Captivated, Elongated, Mitigated:
You're a lot of looming words,
I wish I understood.
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Homecoming queen,
You and me in a dream,
Make-believe, so it seems,
I'm lost in between.
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