More than this
this is just a rambling, means of communicating my endless frustrations with my environment and the life that is being perceived from it. who are these people? where have they sprouted from and from what degenerate seed? poisonous blooms spray lies, germinating lies, flowing through the very breezes of ife, to the nostrils of so manywho unaware breathe in this proud, obnoxious, jealous toxin. if you are not dwarfed by it you are morphed by it, you easily become part of the complex matrix that confuses and surpresses. should this be the right way of pursuing happiness and all that brings bliss, hopefully there are other opportunities that would convince me that the earth is not "a desert which i am bound to traverse"Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2007-02-16 at 00:26
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