Take out the clothes.
Free of
The eyes of others,
Lie on the ground
Of loneliness.
Perceive that
Life goes on
In a counterattack.
No hate, besides
Feel the ode
That flows from
All will.
The Poetry
Does not come
From the obvious,
It comes from the bliss
Of what impossible
Even would be.
Now you can
Look around
And reveal
The good news
To the land and
To the sea.
Do not stand up
Sudden. But
Before observe
That a verse dresses
You with another skin.
Do not you see?
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