All I am

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 Sunburnt he is....

And he cries for his beauty

But no weakness of muscle would strike

Thanks to that... 


His beauty 

Is his steps through the heat, 

His love for the water,

His smile, 

While the weight

Seems Light.

Cause Light is 

What he's carrying, 

Heart winged, 

Open horizons.


Strong is the One 

Who lives for himself 

Stronger the One 

Who lives for the Others. 

How to judge 

A giver 

From a liver? 

Strongest the One 

Who lives for the Self

And free the One

Who lives for Nobody;

Crazy minded, 

Scattered attentions, 

Are they wrong

Or are they real? 


Would He carry his eyes

With Light while not easy? 

With the Love as the Spell

Chained by it 

Or lifted by it? 


Let us be

The Ones to meet each One

As One is! 

We ain't new born

But if gotta strip

Till the essence, 

Let us do it with Love

Layer by layer

Healed and acknowledged 

Never judged

While understood. 

The instrument of empathy

Would do it

With compassion. 

Won't reach the essence though like this, 

Cause the way to the Ultimate 

Is when we embrace 

Each Other 

With the All

That is. 


Make Love and forget 

To ask who I am... 

It's a silly question

For someone who is feeling right than 

All I am. 


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