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THE UNDEFINED POEM I ask you ask they ask We ask the same questions And we demand the same answers But how can we demand for answers From whom We are dust in the wind And shadows in the desert And words in an undefined poem We don’t understand his language We don’t understand his rhyme We don’t understand his rhythm But we suppose must sing it We must scream with it We must scream for life and light And for light in life Its difficult for a common people like everyone of us to elevate in the sky with this poem but its difficult also to elevate in the sky without this poem The eternal flame The eternal fog The eternal everything The eternal nothing “I am not sure about what I say But I speak that’s for sure” These are words of this undefined poem The poem speak I speak you speak everybody speaks the poetry of ignorance or the ignorance of poetry No rules just delays and various Meanings The poem is undefined and infinite The problem is That all of us as words of this poem We are not infinites So the poem goes on without us… CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
THE UNDEFINED POEM
THE UNDEFINED POEM I ask you ask they ask We ask the same questions And we demand the same answers But how can we demand for answers From whom We are dust in the wind And shadows in the desert And words in an undefined poem We don’t understand his language We don’t understand his rhyme We don’t understand his rhythm But we suppose must sing it We must scream with it We must scream for life and light And for light in life Its difficult for a common people like everyone of us to elevate in the sky with this poem but its difficult also to elevate in the sky without this poem The eternal flame The eternal fog The eternal everything The eternal nothing “I am not sure about what I say But I speak that’s for sure” These are words of this undefined poem The poem speak I speak you speak everybody speaks the poetry of ignorance or the ignorance of poetry No rules just delays and various Meanings The poem is undefined and infinite The problem is That all of us as words of this poem We are not infinites So the poem goes on without us… CHRISTOS HARATSARIS POET ATHENS-GREECE
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STARSEE
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
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