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the Mystic Poet May 2020
Words uttered
Are like leaves fallen
Left to the wind
To carry their meaning

And what meaning
A dead leaf can have?
What meaning can Death itself have?

Man is made of
layers and layers of thoughts
like the branches and leaves
As if men inside a single man
Yet the shadow remains one
United , unpickable flower it is
In that unity
Is peace
Peace of mind & heart

And I feel the same
In the moments I see you
United, peaceful
Like the shadow
Embracing everything
The leaves & flowers & thorns
In its warm darkness
the Mystic Poet May 2020
I’m a bird
which chases a kite
forgetting the thread
which guides it

I’m waiting for the day
my feathers would be wounded
by your thread
so that my eyes can glance
your magnificent face

— The End —