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we are like stars
in endless void
forever faithful
to exist
in emptiness
I'm sorry, I added my own poem to collections but I'm obsessed with this one.
Ok, it’s 2 AM and
I am sitting in a
dim-light room
staring at a computer
writing prose
about living life.

What a contradiction!
There's not much at stake
During a coffee break,
Unless the coffee is bad,
Which would be sad.
Swift movement upon
The grayish lake
Breezes blow
As you scurry along
Where are you
Going so fast
Where do you go
Perhaps like me
Scurrying along
In question

Under the shade of the tree
Shadows of the leaves played hide and seek

Green sea and the sandy beach, on the isolated island serene

The sun sparkles white, the bright star
That it is

The lone, silver motor boat, recently got a fresh coat

Awaits its ride on the balmy waves
Inspired by a photograph
Ross Island, Andaman
Did you do, what I told you not to do?
Good.
Now, don't do it again.
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