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Good morning my friends,
Good morning my enemies,
Below are the old tears of mine (produced in 1953 and have no expiration date), put, now, in new bottles. Have a sip. It might be more healing than the water of zamzam. Taste my tears. You may feel better.
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Tonight it is too cold
Yesterday was cold
Tomorrow
(According to the weather forecasts)
Going to be cold
Cold every way I go
These are cold times
***
Yesternight
I went to bed
I read me
A story
Trying to make me sleep
I closed my eyes for a micro second
then woke up
(with no reasonable reason that I know)
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Was the dawn
Right?
The dawn, to me, said:
sleepless mind.
Come share me a fresh day
Aren’t you that old friend?
Who likes to stare at me many times?
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My dawn
I feel so cold
Although
My heart is boiling,
My mind is melting,
And
My blood turned into steam
I feel shaking
From head to toes
(Once upon a time, when I was a
Child, I dreamt I will be a superman!)
These are cold times
I tell you
****
I had to open a bottle
hoping to calm down
and close my eyes
for even a minute
(sleep like all the species in this universe)
or get the inspiration
to write
what no one else
before
was able to write
or at least
write a ditty
That children
Around me
Can
Sing
And make me
Feel right
Grant me
The power
and right
To fight
feelings
that keep occupying
my head
the power to
Shed what a human should shed
To reveal all what I hid
Let it out
Then go (defeated)
Back to bed
Knowing that
I am not articulate enough
To say
all
What should be said
***
It is hard to fly
With a broken wing
You can sit, yet, and sing.
***
one day
the sky may listen to you
when you sing that song
 ***
one day
(or night)
you and I may meet
(when and where we don’t expect)
some where
in this wide
wild
universe
then
we will be able,
you and I,
to have a good night sleep
after we talk
After my verses kiss your ears
After my heart exchange pulses with your heart
after my semantics say to your brain:
feel right.
***
may be
then
I
And you
With the help
Of my decent intentions
And good will
Will be able
To set me free
When I can loudly sing::
Freee at last
Freee at last.
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