Painting by Jia Lu
Whatever you think,
I will go on my own way,
I broke your chains.
Even if it means loneliness,
I will never bow and kneel.
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21 Tuesday Jul 2015
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Hortus Closus
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True to one’s own self,
A poet is no servant,
That would mean, a slave.
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Solitude as a
shield, poetry as a sword.
And no compromise.
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Omg. I couldn’t say so at the time, but this totally cracked me up. You are awesome, Esther. For real. 🙂
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