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Being existent or existing As I closed my eyes A familiar, yet mystical I felt. At the moment, time drifting idly. All the while, something emerged; like rainfall on my face. An expression, of the tiredness of existence. A life that betrayed, wasted An instant of my life tragically reviewed in details. As the darkness brightened I wonder how persistantly I can stay? © wetek natas, 1997 |