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The poet who shouts

author:Sunia Sea

A kind and lonely heart,

In this ruthless world,

It's not just faith that's lost.

And that instinctive nature.

In this land of poetry,

Let me and the distance of the dream,

Getting farther and farther away.

Countless mocking glances,

Let me get lost in the numbness of the sluggish time.

In this place of red and green lights,

It's not just the self that's lost,

And a bunch of fallen drunks.

In this age of materialism,

It's not just dignity that's lost.

There's also valuable time.

Under this comparison of pampering,

It's not just direction that's lost.

It's even more of a distant dream.

Real life is so brutal,

Lost soul and living,

There is no longer the care of faith.

A Thousand Poems and a Thousand Dreams,

I have desire and pursuit,

Eventually I found myself in poetry.

There's some melody in my blood,

It was a cry from ancient ancestors.

In the depths of my soul,

There's a voice,

Shouting angrily.

Ancestors gave you,

More than just blood,

There are also countless psalms.

Time will eventually witness,

There are your poems in the epic of the future.

Wake up!

Is your heart still beating?

Shout,

Never be silent again...

The Screaming Poet

Text/Sunia Sea

2021.12.02

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