Ikigai: Poetry

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18/11/2021

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The shuffle of soft green

Sways interluding twilight,

Bringing each unit of my infinity aglow

And momentarily fulfilling every emptiness known

The homeliness in every cushion of grass

And the negligent repose of every glass brook,

Rooting every thorn of beautiful sorrow

Deeply into the earth

And carrying its weight into the sunset.

The gentle murmur of midnight wind

Whispers fervor into the air,

Lightening every vein

With a carelessly cool caress,

Chasing every melancholy fog

Far, far away.

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Isa Ul-Hassan