A Madman And A Soccer Player.

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The roadkill beside the road laid,
Announcing the fragility of our short life,
And the madman on the street asked,
“Why the misery of life so harshly given?”.

“Dream alone, dream alone.” he screamed,
None around looked at him just some crows cawed,
Hundreds of images from depths of soul sprouted,
Recycling images from dreams alone I saw and drowned.

If internet is a street I am that madman you will ignore,
But you came, you read, and heard every thought in my mind,
Oh’ I hope with a smile you learned, the mind of a man,
Whose love, ah’ in honesty and sincerity well blended.

Very many days, many, many nights, construction of mind,
In peace and harmony with one thought again reinforced,
Love of mind grew beyond my mind from far you felt,
Ah’ mysteries of minds we both so pathetically misunderstood.


Young girl at the soccer ball in the middle of field looked,
To hit it far, or to dribble it through to goal? Yet to decide…
The spiritual world screamed “Love is the goal, the ball is yours.”.

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