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 Held the dew the concave buttercup better than the convex butternut as listening ears have healing in their cups with what chalice'd joy d... [read more] |
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 Let's seek a place, somewhere, my heart, Somewhere, where no soul belongs, Let's speak out the pains we share, The thousand and one wounds w... [read more] |
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"Flowers are lovely, love is flower-like, And friendship is a sheltering tree; Where no hope is, life is but thought, That only serves to ma... [read more] |
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To choose becomes difficult sometimes, As difficult as the dark clouds hovering, Trying to shed raindrops in June; As difficult as leaving a... [read more] |
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Through long and tedious paths I have come, In search of the Truth that is only One, Even the fabled "water of life" I disdained, In my long... [read more] |
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It sails away like a caravel, On a voyage of no return, Taking away my good moments, Never ever to return. It sailed away with my childhood... [read more] |
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Back to the old place again, Where silent walls stare, Like faces that have, Since long forgotten my name. Shadows emerge on the dust, Like... [read more] |
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It is evening time again, A time when the depressed heart, Seeks solace near silent seas. How many of our dreams fade away: It is all like o... [read more] |
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'She' wants to be beautiful, And sets about to be so: Cuts her hair and dyes them, Paints her face with different creams, And wears masks, I... [read more] |
 Because I am nature`s guard I anticipate to busk In the warm sun of oiled palms. Give me your handshake Oiled,[therapeutic!] Soften my hear... [read more] |
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Stars blighted into a mirage Softly lie,eternally Warm under six layers of soil. Struck by thunder! Earn godfather`s merit Singing anthems... [read more] |
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Lonely seagull, how long it has been, since we heard that song, that brings us here, to this echoing haunt, you and me and the silent sea. A... [read more] |
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The way your eyes show surprise: whenever you look at me, Perhaps you haven't ever seen, a calm sea, in your life. Yes, I am mysterious, as... [read more] |
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The brown leaves fall, The time of spring is over, My heart waits, When will its hope thus wither! Come hither says the poet, Go where, ask... [read more] |