The number of infinit words passed
I was membling
On the path of the words that passed
[The pens turned back
Towards their places... and i
Am still membling
The inks cry from a farway
A paper carries me
Back to my place
And throws me away
I remember a number of wordplays
I throw out and draw near
The papers that hold no words
A sound that
When touched by a line cries : i
Am a none
The numbers of infinit words past
Too fast
The time was not
The same when i was
The hour is gone
What specific moment we are now
What specific place we are in
Between lines that break the way
When the sounds go away
Here where na word exist
So this infinit will not complete
The days of their birth
While inks walk around them
Here i have no word to express
My duty, love and forgiveness
Into myself that was a paper
For all those trouble makers
As the young line when it dies:
" I am not the one you are expressed"
The infinit numbers gone
It passed line by, and i
Am still membling here
Whether i am talking or bleeding
The inks from pens that welcomed
By papers but they have no place
Way
Line
Subline
Music
Or rhyme
Through which they can express
Yet, they stop
And memories stop
Everything and
Passed the inks by
And I am still membling.
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