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you, and your sad songs
me, with my good byes
the sunset
the dress
our foot steps
us, and our miseries
words, i cannot bear
thoughts you cannot share
sentences become hums
silence become memories
Metros of the dark are fearless
But closed are their eyes
To the human miseries.
Visions limited to human
Shrinks one's body to a grass.
No say in the global destiny
Firmly rooted on the land.
No hurricane plucks it
But direct every other grass in the neighbor
A global envelope, sealed at sunlight
May we all rest and live in peace
Where ever our feet touch the earth.
2016 FEB 19

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