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Nov 2017
My poem has no rhyme
it has no measure and
it is not controlled by rhythm.
Yet, this is a real poem
since it came from my heart.
Therefore, it's the language of my soul.

My poem goes against the structure,
people say that it has a fracture.
It's not a lovely dove but a vulture,
hence it has no future.
I don't care what people say,
I'll go on my way - nobody can shake me
for I will not be swayed.

I' ll write what my heart and soul dictates,
if inevitable I'll go against the stables.
I'll always celebrate freedom of expression
in solitude and in contemplation.
My life is like a free verse it has no rules
for rules were designed to oppress the fools.
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