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in glory days of those timesthere were hopes awaiting to blossom,bathed to bled in dreams,there were pages of self bursting to open.a twinkling twilig..
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Just a fun poem :)
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Life is a choice,grow wise out of it.Trouble is a toy,play with it.Let your heartscream out aloud;We are, what we make of it..Past is a baggage,get ri..
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Inspired by a few photos I shot on an evening at Sunset Cliffs, San Diego
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chances not taken, caught up in mundane way of life, yearning to feel liberated ?
if this sounds like you ? It's time to, Jump-life-like-there-are-no..
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Let's talk for a while,
even if it's just not been a longtime.
Let's walk for a mile,
even if it's just for little steps to chime.
Let's create m..
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an old silly write, brought it back from my stash :)
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Of her dulcet voicein those green meadows,of the little butterflies likeshe spread her armsto sweep thoseinnocent ripplesof my eyes.Of the roaring sea..
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Oh! Christ,I was marching with the torch of Truth,Burning Bright,Convincing the coterie.And they shunned Me.I was Crucified...Oh! Christ,I was wading ..
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when you get lazy and you cajole yourself to go for a haircut/shave.
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