Lesson 46
Belong to nowhere and no one.Be nothing.
Being is a trap. Consider the trees.
They be but from a distance seem
nothing. Catering to no one.
Once I had dreams that shifted sand,
and I sang. But now my songs, like wind
caressing leaves, are forgotten in instants.
It doesn’t make me happy. Yet I sing.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-19 at 10:59
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