Terry's Poetry Tryings. Vibrations

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I love this park, it's quiet and peaceful here,

The sun or rain... I do not care...

I one with any galaxy... I just disappear.

They said that world is bright... where?

And I feel the vibrations:

of free wind breath...

of the world's ocean...

of distant pulsars...

A long way back - too nervous and noisy,

Pedestrians or drivers... nobody cares...

A man - intelligent, but crowd - crazy.

People exist within their fears!

And I again feel the vibrations:

of others' problems...

of lost souls...

of distant hopes...

My abode - native, but so hateful,

All things are always in their place...

People have many, but they ungrateful.

I'm at a window... I can't see any face.

But I still feel the vibrations:

of my lonely heart...

of unfulfilled desires...

of my blind eyes...

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Sincerely, Terry Craft.

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