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Ghazal No. 3
I'm on a carousel of life.
I'm under the soft spell of life.
I thirst too much, but drink not from
The overwhelming well of life.
I'm lonely, but do not approach
The frequented doorbell of life.
I die too much, and see that I've
Become an empty shell of life.
I see my chances; even so,
I rot inside my cell of life.
© Emilia Perseo Samuel Gaspar
#ghazal
I'm under the soft spell of life.
I thirst too much, but drink not from
The overwhelming well of life.
I'm lonely, but do not approach
The frequented doorbell of life.
I die too much, and see that I've
Become an empty shell of life.
I see my chances; even so,
I rot inside my cell of life.
© Emilia Perseo Samuel Gaspar
#ghazal
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