I'm Starting to Wake Up from the Dream Now
Poetry
I'm starting to wake up from the dream now
I am starting to understand life better.
I used to fly in the high wind,
Now I have started walking on the ground.
I don't need words
Ever since I started reading faces.
I am often tired of the noise now,
I started talking in silence.
Seeing the changing picture of the world,
Maybe I'm starting to change something.
The poison of hatred must be eradicated,
The intention is to strengthen it.
I don't care if anyone comes with me
I have started moving on alone.
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