Poetic Monologue
With my restless eyes,
with my troubled eyes
I wait for the visit of the magic bird
that won't land on my window..
But with an enchanted mind
I describe this mismatch
in possible poetry...
I live thus in peeking beat
capturing impossible images
with poetic look
that God gave me..."
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