Dan Swano - In Empty Phrases
Here I am in my chamberIn my room full of wordsAlways searching for patterns that will give life to a lineMy poetry is frozen though it's beginning to meltThe solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written downSentence after sentence in a language not mineLoss of point no directionA jigsaw where no pieces fitI envy the writers and the Ёюхts who knowthe way to the places were poetry growThere is no harvest if you never sowSo I beg. steal and borrow wherever I go
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