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In Life
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Now
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Poetry

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;



         Close to the sun in lonely lands.



         Ringed with  the azure world he stands.



          The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;



           He watches from his mountain walls,



            And like a thunderbolt, he falls.

Dreams end
when eyes open
to watch streams of light
coming through the window
               and the heat is only starting.

through the midday
we forget what dream it was
that kept the smile in deep sleep
the rising temperature gets to head
             and we realise we are too hopeful.

Simply by night
exhausted our thoughts
fighting sleep to have nutrition
to get back on the bed, have a sweet dream
            wishing not to wake up, dream to no end.