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Wandering Poet:TUNNEL BOULEVARD

LA VITA È BELLA

TUNNEL BOULEVARD

Blue

In a mood so dark, beneath a drifting cloud,

No chance to dance, nor dreams allowed.

You, like the sand beside the sea,

Mere particles, seemingly insignificant, just like me.

Someone spoke: “Each grain, a world to explore,

Each flower, a paradise to implore.”

This world exhausts me, oh so tired,

To the point where words are uninspired.

I’m not a wandering cloud, free and light,

But fallen dust, lost in the night.

Does anyone care about the dust we are?

To them, we’re fleeting, like a shooting star.

Gone with a wave, like whispers we say,

Do you still want to know the sea’s color today?

IVAN WANG
IVAN WANG
Some poems, some theaters, some people, some travels, some days, some where

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