Fujiwama

The essence of being is illiterate at best
My swan has a place in society
I am the only one who can breathe
This is the way I see life
Every man and women comes to me in a dream
Expecting nothing I give them something
All who walk are to be in the world , not in the universe
My flavor is always for more love 
Can anything be this remote?
I am the master of all languages
The country of origin is the country I hail from
I live in a city, that is sometimes there and other times not 
The being I am is all knowing
Live
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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