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Rated: E · Poetry · Arts · #2092078
A poet's poem
I do not recognize my nails as those of yesterday
With the digging of Erebus, there was dirt the other day
Extra nails grabbing to the same hand
Today I am dead land
And seems the digging discernible strangely

The load of water that displaced
Appeared a sea long ago
Remains as the timing of the waves
Never at one place:
Today I am born land
And sees the current unpresentable calm
And seemingly.

But bitterness cannot enchant
Doesn’t fill the dry land
In the heart, the lines of the hand stay frozen
The big fire encloses smaller ones nevertheless
Today this moment solely exist
And I open up simultaneously.

Trees should have known better still
It shivers flower as never before
The old branches breed branches
And the leaf will fall along the root line
I do not confess my seeds those of yesterday
Since this morning, pain lay in my crown.

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