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AIMLESS THOUGHTS

 I read the Auguries of Innocence as you have so persistently suggested,  

I wondered as the words found themself in my heart,
Am I one of those wildflowers,
Perhaps I am of my own-rarely seen, rarely admired
Caging in itself a heaven so beautiful only one can see
But honestly, I just think ,I read in my own way,
Perhaps...

I think the most fascinating thing about poetry
Is how the writer lays in a page his immense troubles and miseries
And how the reader gives to them new meanings and life and reason
As a writer that alone, knowing that someone out there is giving life to my dead thoughts
...

AM I WRONG DEAR POET!?
My words have never been given life
for i cage them so dearly in my heart
They are the tiny fragments of my soul afterall  
How can I just simply give them away
To be alive in somebody else's imagination
To be identified as poison and endless malignant evil
Yea no that's just taking it too far...
But perhaps i fear how other people will feel about
the words i cage in my heart...

Well... i think in a way, life is beautiful
And in a way... it is cruel and unfair. 

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