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YOU
ARE FARAWAY! Walking,
hand-in-hand On
the sun-drenched roads of mud and tar. I
can not forget the shiver and the sigh of That
pair of panthers mating in full public view. Privacy
for them is a thing of wild, They
are not what they used to be, They
are caged, they are beasts. But
what about we, the civilized beasts? Summer
this time parched my throats and thoughts, Dried
up like parched twigs arching its Leafless
fingers towards the sun and trying to Slave
the sun and its fire To
drag it down to my feet! A
scorching heat crept on my belly and Whitening
bones and drained face. I
sigh and pant in the pool of Loneliness
and seclusion. You
are far away but still close to my heart. How
somebody can remind me your face As
round as a freshly harvested apple And
dew drops moistening those fluffy and round eyes Often
you call it beauty sleep! Often
I wonder why it seems that my summer will Never
end. Even
the crows utter its eternal suffering Only
when the sun collapses deep down in the Faraway
sky and only when The
uneasy night floats over and over Stifling
me into a suffering Restless being. |