There is a feeling I cannot obtain to see the world. There is a question opening my confusion. I was not invited to this world, can I leave this without any trouble?
This poem is nothing but a sear observation of rain and a blink of an eye.
Every night. A summer fell shorter.
Every day. I felt a little awkward.
There is a promise left behind.
There is a reason they step aside.
Black lung. Never meet the score.
Hi-standard. The record to never conquer.
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Blue has its reason to appear on the color of our skies. Darkness has its reason to take over the domination. Assets are put aside when they are no longer useful. Some people depart on their last meaningful expenditure. Left, knowing they are out of use. Died, holding on to their true selves.
A poem which is strongly inspired by the film Tuntematon sotilas (The Unknown Soldier) and the Winter War between the Soviet Union and Finland.
Look, the violin.
Something is wrong.
You lie in there.
I don’t feel strong.
But the case is,
you shall be fine.
Take out an awkward feeling.
Take in a thrilling breathing.
As you let it all out
It ended no matter how.
Scorching sun. Unheated heads.
Tears mixed with your sheets.
Drudging retort. Unpleasant pleads.
Thousands of words but none fit in.
Long-winded wishes. But sincere.
Longer steps. Laden tears.
Taken at Dalat.
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