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Poetry of Witness, Falastine - Because There is No End...

Because There Is No End…  

Blank books on the desk
Within the pages written a whole story
A life time streams
An undiscovered glory
Meanings without words
Over used expressions
Nothing is like the truth
Not enough languages to tell the dusty visions.

Starts without end
Life moves in circles
Mysterious start and unknown end
The way gracious clouds transcend
Peel the onion and accept
You are nothing
But an essential concept
Just accept
The burned stars
The useless words
The passing years
Ever unanswered questions
All the exceptions
Just try
For the chances are passing by
Roses are passing by
Mountains are passing by…

A countless second is the expression of time
Insight lights and disappears all at once
All the ignored things seems to be precious
A motionless pillow
Separate worlds
Old words
Zeros and heroes
Mind without thoughts
Wrecks of old hearts and boats
A stone from the depth of earth
Death and birth
All is a very special words endless life whisper.