Longing
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Dark clouds gather for a feast
strong winds from west to east
Yachts and Barges drag their anchors.
big ships are steady as they are
and segulls fly here and there.
I lost my way, feathers and the nest too
on searching a shelter.
They call me a Man of Intellectuals
but I know that I am only a Jailbird in this Life-Prison.
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