I'm looking for your diamond eyes
Among the crowd of faceless judges.
Tell me the words I'm needed now
Don't just turn them into sludge.
I'm looking for your brilliant smile
Among the callous and soulless hearts.
I don't know why you want to cry
When we're wearing the same t-shirts.
I used to believe in magic fate
And was a fan your cunning arts,
But you accidentally flew up in clouds
Like you're playing fucking darts.
Since then, I've been living like superstar,
My poems now in top of charts.
I pray for you and thanks for God,
My interview in the "New York Times".
August 14, 2021
My destiny
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