Being A Poem
Being A Poem
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I see multiple dimensions
In seeming simplicity
Amplified happiness
Deep valleys of sorrow
A painful realization
Of being different
In detachment
Sunlight radiates joy
While the sun burns
Fire spreads warmth
The source exhumes itself.
I wish I was a poem
Not a poet.