While waiting for my next novel, which I am in the process of writing, I will write some poems of mine so you don't forget about me.
This one is called "NIHILISM". I wrote it in 12- 29- 1995; one of my early one in English language, but one of the one that is close to my heart:
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"In the moment of nihilism, the lavish breeze,
Is torn between dark and light in an isle.
All prospective thunders please;
And the only inquisitive man is vile.
Within his absolute vain in darkness;
And the gifts of nature are strewn.
He doesn't see in his spiteful blindness-
Rain, flowers, and a script on the stone.
The dissipative clouds are crowned in white;
Soaring majestically into sunset.
And the mountains near in site
Naked and unrivaled, they are set.
A tremendous sensation, so to speak,
A sumptuous abyss, deep and profound.
The nihilistic exasperation of man isn't unique;
As it has not been for many ages around."
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This poem is one of my published one. It received the best poem of the year award by the Library of the Congress.
