My pen, my heart, my mind, a blend of symbiotic intimacy.
Awakening from my irresistible hibernation, I beheld the sparkling morning smiling right at me.
Reluctant to leave the embrace of my mattress; Time whispered the urgency to be prepared for the educative box.
Arising in disgust at my laziness, I took a very slow flight to the cleaning chambers to attend to my royal earth;
Done with such an ethical task, my garments patiently waited for me within my private walls. And soon, my heels received marching orders to the bus station.
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It was the sleep of my pain,
Boredom to the eyes of my mind
Innocently plagued by words
My heart was in a hurry to laugh
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Within the tiny speck of a force-dependent world,
One life which is a million too small,
Valued by the power of many oxygen atoms,
All riding on the resonating sound of a breathing flute,
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A speck to the spectator of constellations,
Deceived by apparent brevity,
With my originality on its knees,
While sitting on its throne of pride,
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A loud cry of my innocent heart,
With whispers of my dizzy eyes,
While my soul waits for help,
And her desires seem too far away,
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