Farewell, PoetryNo good can come to a poetPeople have lost their humanityShe is full of earthShe is full of earth and bright and solidnothing escapes her lightin her eyes are dreams, full and torridwild enough to touch and conquer the starsthe wind asks, where is the fire?answer: fire melts on her bodylike the waves that find the seain her handand yet love is a mysterious sacred journeya pure divine artbecause if you only look closelyyou shall find her in my heart.You are not of this worldYou are not of this worldand yet your beauty fills itIn your quiet space,you whisper wordsthat define my existenceYou may not know about itbut I know well about itand it is enoughfor all my stars to shineThis is how I search for your meaningAnd although I have not seen your faceI know why birds sigh in the morning

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