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One of the poems that expresses life journey and time change.
I Was Alive
I was alive once upon a time.
I was also in love.
The sun warmed my forehead.
I wore an old-fashioned hat.
It was in fashion when I still stepped.
Earth erased my footsteps.
I had lived before I left for Heaven.
I rushed to catch a train.
Hey, train, you have changed a lot since then.
I saw only your old-fashioned shape.
The sun saw my face.
The moon told me a fairytale.
Once upon a time I laughed and cried.
I smiled to the birds in flight.
Time is not a crane that migrates.
Time is never back.

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"It Could Be Me" is a collection of soulful poems where the lines are images in ink. The lines are woven with metaphors, poetic emotions and philosophical thoughts. One of the poems that expresses life journey and time change.
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CHAPTER NINE
JOHN
John turned the key to the door and entered his empty home. There were a few bottles left on the table. Some of them were empty. He opened the full bottle and poured some beer into the glass. The bitter foamy drops of beer were leading him to his memories.
‘’What a sweet taste! No...no...not the beer...Nare’s lips...full of honey...wet...full of the nectar of the eastern juicy fruit,’‘ John whispered to himself. “I am still shocked. Nare kissed me in tears at the departure gate. She told me that she would be waiting for me. As soon as I arrived home I tried to message her, but I failed as she had blocked me. Why...why...she knew I loved her more than anyone or anything else. She came...yes...yes ...she came to tease me. Hmmmm...Mary! It was my Nare, who was teasing me. She said that her name was Mary. No, it was not funny. I first thought she was joking. No...no...it was not a joke. Nare played an odd trick on me, which was not funny but cruel. She...she...she escaped without saying a word to me. ‘’ John touched the glass of beer with his lips.
John was silent for a few minutes then he continued his monologue.
‘’O...o...o I understand,” he muttered. “Nare’s visa application was probably refused because she didn’t have a bank account or any property. She didn’t own an apartment or a house. Maybe the world’s injustice and cruelty made my Nare cruel. No, she can’t be...she...she ... my beautiful beloved is such a kind lady. Yes, the world’s injustice... how painful! Are human rights for everyone? Do the poor have any rights?’‘ John poured more beer into the glass but didn’t drink. John liked beer but he hated to be intoxicated. John was an organized person with good manners. Now he wished not to be sober, but his headache didn’t allow him to drink more. “Human rights? What about lost souls? Who saves their souls? A homeless person and a dog can be good friends. They have much in common in their lifestyle. Everyone has a life’s journey...from birth to death. There is a road...shorter or longer...wider or narrower...between birth and death,’‘ he said, lost in his thoughts.
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