Just another thing that I wrote in-between having self-doubts and doing so-called "real work". For me, poetry remains a way of getting rid of all worries. Someone very dear to me said that this particular poem was "very ugly". In fact, that is so true that I'd love to use it as a sort of …
You know, those things that haunt you when you go to bed…
A place that I can seldom shake off my mind... A road that leads to nowhere... A moon that only shyly peeks out from the clouds... A place of farewells... And tonight's huge and very pagan moon... Another year has gone by. I salute you all.
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