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POEM 160: ONLY IF YOU TRY

We can fly the sky and float the sea.

We can hang our shoulders high

step on lion tails and walk free

but when a nerve snaps

we alight in puddles with teary eyes.

The world is full of weeping eyes

eyes that once wore sparkles.

Good can be good

Good be bad

A noon is dark,

a star is gone,

A rose is dead,

a bird is mute;

and love that made sounds magical

is silent like a broken flute.

The world is full of weeping eyes

but do not weep forever, man!

You can fly the sky

You can float the sea

Raise your shoulders high

Step on a lion's tail

Walk free or die, you can never tell.

Don't sit long to cry, life's just a tale.

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