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Sunday, May 20, 2007
Ear-Plugs (Retry)
Let me hear nothing but my own breathing.
In the waves of each breath,
I am more at peace than a willow tree.
The randomness of poetry,
Could only be understood by a drunken tree.
As its leaves wave and wave at me,
Weep weep, weep, weep,
Rhythm or not,
I am more content than it can ever be.
No one could pierce through my transparency.
I am immune and I am saved.
The ear-plugs promised to protect me.
Oh the sea is slashing and the tree is crying.
Weep weep, weep weep,
I have truly got nothing but this pair of ear-plugs that keeps me safe.
So I put them inside my ears deeply.
While my mind becomes soothing,
I lower my guards and set myself free.
In the moment of so-called heaveness,
I allow myself to weep happily,
Weep weep weep weep,
Just like the willow tree.
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Well written article.
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