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Drink like Kerouac,
Smoke like Bukowski.
Wait...
is that backwards?
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My dear, hear me out
They may shake you to the ground
But you own arms of a sword.

Strength to just dive in
Enough to rise above all
For every dent you soar high.
The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7. A Sedoka, pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing perspectives.

A katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem the following syllable counts: 5/7/7.
Leaf, one of us, on our own,
Seeking for the pure truth in the horizon,
Drifting in the vast ocean,
They said the world is round,
I believe those mortals,
For they believe mocking death.
I see the light, do you?
If darkness ever dares to steal your soul,
You have my ripples to navigate you.
I am just a leaf, on my journey.
Tracking every sunset, now and then,
Blades of my leaf feel weary.
Oh dear friend, I am in search of you,
If I ever cross path with your ripples,
I’ll own you to be my one and only.
I look like a miniature boat, made out of frail veins,
Maybe you can take a ride on me someday.
For it is strong enough to embrace you.
You will see whales and seagulls,
Creatures you only dreamt of.
Live the journey with me, my friend,
I shall not let you drown, I promise.
I will only captivate you with the art of this world,
Stories of our forefathers,
The endless love from the creator for his creations.
Come; relish this journey to the horizon!
Bewitched under reality's charm,
Never dreamt how it shall one day harm.
What was then,are not those now.
Lovers bloomed-beneath the icy flow
Fingers entwined,twitching the air
Abrupt happiness,they never stay.
Feel deep within,they always say.

What if they knew empty spaces-
Was this heart's only sweet escape.
Come close enough
And you shall see how-
Yesterday's flower wilted like a distant memory.
Lips tremble as they form your name,
The last strength to embrace-
Faded stars and footprints of grace.

Tell me someday,dreamers we all were-
To rebuild a broken landscape.
Spilled colors on that pale canvas-
Magic takes time-and there-
Fixed with the vow of tomorrow.
And here,I am home again.
I want to be tied
     like a knot or a bow tie,
             entwined and embraced-
in the midst of a strange chaos
          where I shall find myself again.
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