stranger

like in a monologue, I am to you a stranger
not in a mood to offer you tons of delights,
or drop by drop, from forest's air, to supply
and uncontaminated moans of longings that
may incite your nonsense verbalizing words,
like seagulls fly toward the vault of heavens
into a mission only, that really, I don't know
I'm not, because I am to you a stranger kind

  

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