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The path








When the young buds flower in their high home,

The young sun gildens the dark path below.

Whose path is it?...

The path of men?...

The path of life?...

The path of death?...



When the buds dress themself in a golden cloak,

Men run along his path,

Leaving behind a shadow the size

Of the light emanating from his soul;



When darknes falls,

The steps of men become louder and slower.

Many shall fall to their knees

Before the new day dawns,

Before the circle of life spins again;



When dead leaves fall upon the path of dreams,

The race starts anew,

And men run the path of dreams with the same hope,

That they shall be the first ones to cross the finish line,

But the winner is always the same... same... same...

The winner is always death.




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BIOGRAPHYWALTER WILLIAM SAFAR was born on August 6th 1958 in Sherman-Texas . He is the author of a number of a significant number of prose works and novels, including "Leaden fog", "Chastity on sale", "In the flames of passion", "The price of life", "Above the clouds", "The infernal circle", "The scream", "The Devil’s Architect”, "Queen Elizabeth II", as well as a book of poems.Many times, while escaping the real world, I used to find my sanctuary in the blissful chest of mother Art. With these poems, I am curing the hungry soul, and it hungers for compassion, love and faith, just like any human soul does.Hungry and thirsty, I am staring into the very heart of the dark spirit of my own subconscious, and I would feel betrayed for who knows how many times, only to appease my thirsty soul with a torrent of tears, because poetry is like a tear on the face of mankind.I don't know much about victories, but I am sure of one thing, that compassion is a victory of the human spirit. I wrote these Poems on an old typewriter, which I inherited from a late American writer. This wise, good man used to read poems to me when I was a kid, saying that I too will read my poems to other people, but first I shall roam the world searching for myself.I admit I no longer have the will or power to roam around, but I haven’t lost the will to write poetry. All I want is to share my poems with the whole world.THE CAPTAINImagination is the timeless sail of all words,And words only float without it,Like a windjammer without wind.Without imagination,There are no journeysInto unexplored worlds,Because the world is but a boundless ocean of desires. more…

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