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Apr 2018
Surrounded by the sunrise,
I can think,
Of nothing else;

Just a hidden emotion tries,
To get manifested,
But syllables are not enough,
To describe,
Such a gap;

Just the green color stands
Before me,
And smiles,
Like saying:

“It’s never too late,
To reveal yourself;
Life doesn’t reside
On being bombastic,
But to be free,
From all kind of chills”


Now on the sunset,
Words are unnecessary,
To sing along;

Just an inner peace is
Reigning,
Over me,

Like an orange breeze,
Setting
On the sunshine’s sleep.
Poetae Opus
Written by
Poetae Opus  M/Portland, OR
(M/Portland, OR)   
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