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When insults
fly like
Arrows, know
that they
Are made of
ignorance, and
Truth shall
be thy shield.
When the long
chain of
Moc..
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Before I had
words,
I knew not
what I was.
Time was not
yet born;
Warmth and
light, whose
Source was
neither far,
Nor close, dance..
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One last
time, I pass
Among the
shelves
With a lighted
torch in hand,
Observing a long
life’s work.
Brimming with
time and mem..
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The Chinese New Year is popularly known as the Spring Festival in China - and other east Asian countries where this holiday is celebrated - as it mark..
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Board a carriage
invisible
With a
return ticket to a
Sentimental little
town called
Nostalgia,
where the streets are
Narrow,
cobbled..
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As the Earth spins around its axis,
Tumbling through space,
Staring at the sun for millennia,
Hypnotized by the rhythm of
Lights on and l..
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Should you ever wonder why she
Marches in the street and shouts,
Fist in the air, beating her brow,
Know that she was born to a
Mother w..
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Over and
over again
The same
place,
The same
game,
The same
search for
The same
proof for
The same
claim.
Déjà..
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I“Why do you think of your loss, instead of thinking of his gain? Can you be sorrowful when he is so joyful and happy? If you truly loved him, w..
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The faithful need no proof. Neither do the faithless.
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