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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THE STRANGER MAN (3) But let life live its life and I mine. I ease myself of all worries And drift where I may such as liberal As a wind and unheeding to the obstruction Where of the fate of the wind lies. With same velocity on toward the hurdle And whether it shall scale through or not It is of no concern to the wind. In this wise, once I burdened the future. Of what will be is the mundane-minded query Always to guard against the future Is as to the cloud preventing away from sight. Thus I scrimp and stake all that I earn As savings for futurity yet behind the cloud Haba…again and again lost it all in a duel With forces of circumstance ascribe not to! Love is an elusive finch that flutters And made me become both foolish and wise. The elixirs of love are the very banes, Anxiety, longing, heartbreak…name me! So lovesick for love I lost compos mentis. It is all a delusion I bargain with my heart I pursue her no more, let her seek for me If she loves and I shall test her genuineness With life-span patience while I wander still Till I return we shall unite yonder the horizon. The mind alone the power of love can feel And her essence can tell in absence of her. Let it be so, I shall not be enamored While she crave for my presence My wistful heart is not for her I see I do without her and keep the beat on I sold her my heart even in absence And now she is gone to have a soma. Farewell dear to blow air to the wind. Why tug scudding cloud and cling a shadow? I will let go of all I love and heave the burden Not on my shoulder but the ease of my heart. From the piles of corporeal stocks abscond, I tire of them because they content me not From years searching for gold and myadestes afield… But from within the recess of my heart I find An amber gilded gem concealed in the depth. I never was good mixer having to know first myself For men someday shall walk the solitary path While also to sing the soloist song; Friends are strangers for they shall depart And strangers are friends for they shall arrive.
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