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There are many images
Around me,
And all are distorted ;
Whether my eye sight
Is failing or
Acquiring a different focus,
I do not know.
I am trying to give up
What others think are
The better things of life ;
Perhaps
I am trying to prove
( to myself ? ),
That I am different
Than the others.
The inner peace
Does not seem to come,
I seem
As empty as before –
Is fulfillment
An empty dream ?
Even two birds fill the sky,
But I am alone,
And doomed to die.
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