I have wandered so many roads
Opened and closed many a door
I have realized there are no rules
when it comes to love, life and war
There are so many sudden turns
And life's pendulum is so arrhythmical
Unpolished but glimmering diamonds
buried in the tomb of the stereotypical
A poet's life is written in words
with stories no one may ever foretell
Dusty like diaries in an attic
turned yellow and with a musty smell
Along with time's withering weeds
the letters grow pale and fade away
Secret messages and hidden signs
will not be interpreted from that day
What meant so much in the past
will have no significance anymore
The shedded tears and love affairs
belonging to the days of yore
The beats of a heart has come to an end
Gone as the carved marks on the trees
But the poet's words are tunes in the wind
Silent whispers in a sad summer breeze.
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