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Commotion…

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English Poetry


Like a never ending horizon
journey never seems to stop.
Travel towards eternity
is a march towards infinity.

Too much thunder and noise
over an atom that’s so fragile.
Yet in reality we don’t have a choice
all we can do is sit back and revile.

Floating in between two ends
cautious of sudden sharp bends.
We are thus limpidly limitless
in a space called life bottomless.

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