Mr. Junior
My mind is rambling
Like Junior's once was
Contesting the opposite choice
Is the gift of humanity
The harbor where we anchor
Sometimes obstructs the neighbor sailor
Like the pillar of our relations
Based on a simple practice of "letting go"
Can be torn by each of both sides of the row...
Time is priceless
As silence has its preciousness...
Human beings are far from being human
In a world of materialism
Without noticing the main material
Feelings are higher and deeper than that...
And often we just have to seek them...
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