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I am a person who wanders between their native longings and the unexpected desires from the future.
Sometimes I sing,
sometimes I compose a poem,
sometimes I sing the poem I've written,
and sometimes I sit in a corner and listen to the sighs of the walls.
Occasionally, I hold a brush in my hand and spread butter in the pan for Cubist pancakes for breakfast,
sometimes I turn the pan into a lamp.
When my vision doesn't see beyond,
I switch on the lamp,
recall the shapes of the pancakes,
listen to the whispers of my fingers,
and compose a poem for the twilight season, which lies between my native longings and the unexpected desires from the future.
A season where all lost birds sing their way home,
and I sing along!
That's just who I am, Therefore I am!
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