Resistible Fall Of A Young Poet
And life links us with a little linker named 'who we are'
The ropes or the threads of mine
goes out from my eyes to capture
the leaves
to leave
the life
I live.
'Therefore I am' who said that once?
Whereas I'm thinking but not among you and in your side
hide myself among the words' magic
I can't count on making logic,
side by side: existence and being nothing.
O.T.K
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