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  • Poetry

    Poetry

    Poetry

    My poetry is what makes me feel alive
    I’m my own poetry
    A ridiculous assemblage of floating words
    Words that meet and embrace each other
    In a vortex of feelings
    Feelings that are expressionlessly shapeless and unworthy
    I close myself into this microcosm to survive
    To survive all the tragedies which overrun this world
    And I cannot stop to tremble and be afraid of this society
    A society that is made of hypocrisy
    So I feel calm inside my sandcastle, waiting for a change
    A change which is arduous to happen
    I wander happily into the forest of my thoughts
    And I surrender to the harmony of my passions
    My emotions are like musical notes
    They gather together to create a musical score
    A musical score which is made of perceptions
    I’m overwhelmed by my emotions
    Feelings that keep hiding inside myself
    Sadness and melancholy swirl around me like soft feathers
    And they don’t leave me alone
    Now that I abandon my rationality, embracing my sensibility.
    Esther Racah

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