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Yona Sira Poem
beyond the sea,
till the end of the galaxy.
Road to eternity,
let us all lid our life pretty.
Counting stars,
let us all have a trip to mars.
Set the bar high,
so you never have to cry.
Have your own identity,
so you never have to ask for validity.
Make the best out of yourself,
to see your face on another bookshelf.
wear a coat like it fused with your skin,
and soak every minute of this beautiful, messy, and glorious life.
chase those feeling,
before it gets vanished.
at last embrace your life with the full mighty,
before it reaches its end.
Copyright © Yona Sira | Year Posted 2022
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Yona Sira Poem
Skinny
I know I am not perfect,
and that's what they believe
i don't need anyone to save me,
and make my plea.
because this is a true world
where your freedom caged behind the bars
where they inject you with sentiment
which shows you as a victim and others as god...
mafia roaming freely,
with guns and expensive cars.
showing they rule the world.
we just moan
and accept to be a slave,
instead of looking brave.
that's why say I am not perfect,
and that's what they believe
Copyright © Yona Sira | Year Posted 2022
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