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Ussai
beyond the sun lies the body full of pain,
he cries and lies in the shadow of vain,
the wind scattered him so fair he had nothing to blame,
he is just a hope lying in the woods for flame.
beyond the sun lies the body full of pain,
he cries and lies in the shadow of vain,
the wind scattered him so fair he had nothing to blame,
he is just a hope lying in the woods for flame.
The desert of desperation we
The desert of desperation we all at one time or another face.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "