Sad Amorist
i am a sad amorist
who seeks to understand the love songs of the bird
the stories, the notes they sing that are like open book
but less understood at the same time
a deluge of emotions that leaks a stream from my eyes
i am a sad amorist
who seeks to look for the storm, in the silence of a river
the tranquility that seems to exist but not at heart
obliviousness of the age, my dreams torn apart
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