I have had my dream like others
Born of poetry and poverty
Dreaming with the weight of body
Living with love’s open-cares
I have had my dream with infinity
Caressed by strange rumors in my brain
When I am alone, I wait for writing
The air is cool inside my throat
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I have had my dream on doorsteps
Of Mandarin idioms and Sanskrit prayers
I have wrote a mysticsm full of my own
Odes to the Cosmos, tripped up my heels
I have had my dream of reincarnations
Triumphant over the most beautiful sorrows
The tragedies were there to teach us
Like a poem with obvious imperfections
We loved and wrote because
We wanted to grow more stupid and peaceful
I have had my dream like other writers
Like an archer in flight, a swan in gleaming
The courageous arrows, gold against the blue.
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Wuji Seshat 
really like that last stanza
Hi , all in all very moving piece but these lins have hit thier target
have had my dream on doorsteps
Of Mandarin idioms and Sanskrit prayers
I have wrote a mysticsm full of my own
Odes to the Cosmos, tripped up my heels
I have had my dream of reincarnations
Triumphant over the most beautiful sorrows
The tragedies were there to teach us
Like a poem with obvious imperfections
very will done my dear keep it up please
regards
zara
“When I am alone, I wait for writing
The air is cool inside my throat”…
Feel exactly like that when I need to write. Thank you for visiting my blog, will come back to read more 🙂
Thanks for blessing my journey! you!
And your blog name pretty catchy.sounds Arabic, sansekert & India language. Wuji seshat nibada, like it!
Another heart-stealing poem.
This is truly amazing and aspiring. Each stanza is full of inspiration and strength. Just love it and will definitely come back for more poems!
Thanks, I appreciate the comment.