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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 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 End —