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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Through the rhythmic sound of solitude I travel The wrought iron door opens wide To the voice of silence I listen In search for answers, for truths all sealed inside. I seek , I dig ... I dig hard and deep , in hope of finding who I am At last, at last I catch a sight ,a blurry vision of myself. In a crystal glass mirror , my hetroggyzite twin I see I remain still ! But not my shadow My shadow moves unexpectedly. It moves, It follows patterns that satisfy perceptions of a starving harvest world A world of expectations in waiting to be fed. There I stand, there I kneel, I shout, I scream I scream with love and hate ,against the drying sweat of tears against the path, against each lifeline of my faith. Tears bleed , they bleed for all that's been perceived. Motionless I lay , knowing I'm anybody 's ,everybody's but my own . I'm hundred times deceived.. What have I done , What did they make of me ? A stranger, an unrecognized past, A new existence without remembrance Who was I then, Who am I now When will it last ?. Spring is still here ,but where is the music,Where is my song ? Summer castles still built,But where are my fantasies,Where is the dream ? Autumnal leaves fall ,But where are the colours,Where is my fire ? Winter , Another Winter follows, snowflakes melt once more, But where is the Christmas tree,Where is the child Where is the fairy stardust, once glistenening in her eyes ? Where is my youth , Where is the echo of my laughter ? Where am I , Who am I ? Where did they take me ? Vultures, that's who they are . Parastites , that suck on my thought, Demanding change in a soul that isn't theirs. Through the rhythmic sound of solitude I travel, The wrought iron door opens wide To the voice of silence I listen, From their ardous inheritance , I hide. At last , at last I walk unchained ,At last, at last I recall my name I dance in each season, I run without reason , I run free , I run wild , I smile like a child once again .
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