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Inferiority...

I see dreams,

or make them?

A child,

creates better,

with probably what he touches,

than what my mind wanders on,

why this veil? 

why the uncertainty?

A traveller seems less lost,

than my thoughts,

on sandy whirlpools,

why the hazy vision?

of what You bestow upon me?

of not what I want,

but that what I need?

Through this dirt,

what bloom to expect?

and yes,

why?





Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2014-05-10 at 03:15

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2014-05-11


Ashe
You must ask the questions to find the answers. They will become clearer to you in time. Give them time to make themselves available to you. Your uncertainties touch me.
2014-05-10



As a poet if you ask you yourself must answer. Noone else can do it for you. That is the cure of poesy. Nice work.
2014-05-10


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
So many unanswered questions... a quest for clarity that's not coming and the need to break free are the feelings your words gave me here. I particularly liked "A traveller seems less lost, / than my thoughts, / on sandy whirlpools" because it echoes something familiar in me, and also, because it gives a feel for the state the moment necessarily creates. Anyway, I'm rambling now :) All this to say, I very much enjoyed what your lines evoked.
2014-05-10

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