Blog Entry

Why

Why grapes turn sour?
Why spring wind no longer colors my heartbeat?
Why words turn into swords,
so incisive yet so fatuous?
Why after everything has happened
I still do not see the path?

Exiled, in the land of confusion.
Confused, in events that never took place.
Weakened, because I see my weakness.
Lost, in the labyrinth of north.

Why rivulet has gone dry?
Why sky is no longer in my shriveled heart?
Why words become secrets,
so dark so thick and so unfathomable?
Why after everything has been written
you still do not find the meaning?

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