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Listen to nature,
never money.

At least trees can rustle their leaves.
Dollar bills just smell.
I am bombarded
by ideas, languages,
diversity in all directions.

The smell of sewer
intertwined with perfume
and the sweet smell of
Thai food.

The jingle of the cups
of the homeless and
the clickity-clack of girls
walking in stiletto heels.

Never a dull moment
in this city of
diversity.
Find the beauty
Lose yourself in the rhythm
of life.
The same thing
The same thing
over and
over and
over again
over again.
It's monotonous
It's monotonous
but it gives
but it gives
me money
*me money.
I really hate work.
Hello there, green tea!
Now tell me,
am I who I ought to be?
This is a little vague and philosophic, but I hope you enjoy the mysterious quality of this poem.
Sometimes I wonder
why I was put on this Earth.
I assume it was to make a difference.
Somehow.
I love helping people so naturally I am pondering ways to make my life more meaningful to the lives I touch.
Las hojas verdantes se caen del árbol alto y magnífico.
Las veo fijamente en maravilla.
La naturaleza es mi hogar.

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