Let Go
My fist ain't that big or strong
To hit the this bowl of waters
That contains every kind of stones
Or the sand that carries them all.
My mind may be too naive,
Due to its weakness on defeat,
May be it's the fact that you won,
But they won't give you the victory.
You said you are a blank page,
That no words are expressed,
They are wondering where it is,
The strength of your silence.
Just like birds out side a long leaf,
Watching everything that moves,
And even the one that don't breath,
Despite the time before that and that.
Take a walk around the desert sun,
Feel the taste of the cool sand,
If the rays reflects to your eyes,
Get ready to soothe your thirsty.
@callme_soulgitah
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