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A poem that I wrote long long time ago...
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A knock on the door breaks my reverie, who can it be at this hour? Slowly I moved forward and open my door, only to be greeted by the pleasant breeze,..
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Once upon a time
There was a pretty fly
It had a dream
It had a song
Flitting from petal to petal
As if it would never die
Kept on humming sof..
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I live and yet I do not,
I wait as my life turns to rot
I watch as the time passes by...
I live because I do not die.
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Courage is doing what is right
Without having to be told
Courage is leaving everything behind
To defend what you believe in, being bold
Courage ..
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This little green guy,
I found him on the sheet;
Looking as he didnt care
That he was on my turf.
With eyes as such
He could as well be a Marti..
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There are times
When I want to cry
But I find no more tears to shed
My soul lifeless and dry
There are times
When I want to die
May be, may be..
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Should I accept it
Or should I feign
Why doesnt it wash away
in this pouring rain?
Trying to move on
But still lagging
Look at myself
the..
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Between the streaks of angst lining the night of gloom Brut heard something.
Whats this? Whats this thing?
A finger touched his ribs gently.
It was..
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I love to walk, walk in the rain
Beneath the dripping trees, on the wet terrain
Hiding my tears and drowning my pain,
I tell myself again and aga..
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