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Who is there?When I look at myself I always feel, There is something that is not mine, The courage to pursue unknown destiny, And guts to follow magical rhymes, Who holds my hands in the darkness of soul? To let me not stop and making me move, Who sings a song in my deserted heart? To get me up from the darkness and dirt, Who is there I ask again and again, intensely I ask more and more, Who is there to hold me high? For the inner harmony needed to restore, Who is there I can not name, Who is there I can not see, I can only feel thy presence, And can smell fragrance of thee. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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