Philosopher's Stone
My eyes bounds back to me,
When I see, my inbox is empty.
Am I waiting for your words?
Perhaps.
All the words are not sweet,
Yet they may be powerful;
There might be a statement;
There might be a passion.
Or, there might be politics.
I know, all words are not sweet.
Yes,
Sweet are those --
I think, Therefore they are so.
Like a philanthropist I dream;
Like a philosopher I seek.
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