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Who knows of the world,a wistful wind blowsas I stand on the shallow shoreswaves flow around my anklesand I fear what is to comeas I soon return home
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A day it's been ,
Full of wonder , of excitement
A day of new ideas . And wonder
Just don't forget the day before
So you can see the beauty
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Do you wonder?
Why we think ?
Why we feel ?
And why not our nest ,
Are called nature ?
Why not our lives,
Also nature ?
For are men not be..
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J'ai construit des mursj'ai brûlé mes brigeset maintenant je dois réparer, tous ceux que j'ai méprisés,car l'amour q..
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Its been a day,a trial, a trek;i could not breathe for the longest time,so many passing moments,so many lost treasures,all because of the greed i held..
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A true story of my life past year, that started the final day of 2015 and ended in mid spring 2017.
These parts and this work is also some part of th..
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first poem in a long time, i thankfully have had this one published before.
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Even though we are one of whole,Our souls are wildEver changing and ever variant, Like earth and its marvels,Souls like tundraCold and bitter,Souls li..
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Each drop within the mist,Ripples like breaths,To replace the calm and drab,Dancing upon the wind,Each in ballet within the sky.A freefall of glass dr..
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Wonder!Faint breaths of wind,Within this forest made of gem,Ruby roses,Leafs of jade,Sapphire rivers,Oh! wish i to wade.The golden grass,The amber sun..
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