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My heart
Was like the troubled fields
Where crickets cried
All night long
I find my self
Trapped
In a ruined house
With shreds of
Broken dreams
The haunting silence
Of the streets
Etched with a thousand
Moist footprints
Felt like the
Wanderer's endless path
Whirring                
Into the afterlife.        
At this moment
I disentangled myself
From the trivialities    
Of life
And freely–
Freely I          
Embraced
The freedom lurking
Behind the
Darkness
Out of my sufferings and pain

I have drawn laughter  

From the humors of my heart

And found faith

In the picturesque views of

The city's skyscrapers

And the blooming flower wind  

Blowing away the tiny wisp of smoke  

From (my) coffee cup

Even in the face of solitude

I found peace from

The strings of chilled autumn rain  

Washing away footprints  

On the streets

And the harmonious cooing of pigeons near the church cathedral...

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