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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Far from the City Far from the city, a veiled mountain. Beneath the mountain, a river murmuring along. Upon its waters floats a secret boat. Beneath an ancient oak at the mountain's summit, the me of countless births still sits in meditation. Its trance has yet to break. A Sliver of Sky A young woman sits on a chair on the balcony. Another is brushing her hair. Two kindred souls, absorbed in their stories. A sliver of sky watches them. The Wall's Story A son in his father's arms, the mother takes a photograph. A son in his mother's arms, the father takes a photograph. Mother beside father, the son takes a photograph. Behind every photograph, standing upright, is a white wall. The Wall's Story Towards the Day of Freedom At noon, a tree plays the piano in the marshland. When night falls, a manuscript of stars and braided hair. I walk, holding the hand of a hailstorm, towards the Independence Day of wild turmeric. A Little Day Inside my breast pocket, a little day. In its possession, a vast sky. There, I take flight as a bird. Childhood When the colour blue waits for the yellow bus, it acquires another name: childhood. The Boats That Never Learned to Sink I choose, upon the turbulent waters, those radiant boats that have never learned what it means to sink. The Hands of Death My being has been planted with flowers upon flowers. Now, in the hands of a mosaic-made death, nothing remains.
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