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Nameless
"In the vortex of turbulent times emotions sink, don’t ripple as humanity makes a museum of wooden people." - Quote by Poet In the far away island on the desolate seashore, you build your desire castle with sands of dream, and protect the fragile niche of seclusion from the tide of time rolling with joy, that can’t enter the gloomy abodes made by nameless insular people. Your windows are closed to the sunny sky, and drowned in the dense darkness you turn into a slice of moonless night. In your pallid periphery as I pass you by, I can’t see through the insensate musk the true color of nameless opaque people. You try to fly in the forsaken sky with frozen wings in the forlorn fringe of the wasting winter. In your heart of the arctic sea emotions congeal, don’t swim. I can’t hold your chilling hands for help for you’re nameless cold people. In your life that you make a dismal desert, the oasis disappears under the depressed dunes. Blazed by your flaming mind in wilderness, sentiment smolders, doesn’t flow free. I can’t find its sensual stream in your heart to float my feelings, for you’re nameless dry people. Wandering lonely in the museum of our times, I see the wooden people displayed nameless.
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