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There writ in ancient sanscrit textThe answer plain to what lays next,The answer writ in common tongueSo aged could understand with young,A secret hel..
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Would thee judge me to the endShould I make opium my friend?Wouldst thou rule that all was badShould I make laughter read as sad?Would that thou tax m..
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Splendour surrounds with exquisit-ness foundIn the coo of a dove and the worm in the ground,With the look in your eye when you smile at my faceThe lif..
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Waking in darkness to brainstorming momentsWarm under covers on this freezing morn,Recalling the instants of yesterday’s sequences,How they deve..
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Standing
there she wrings her hands
The light falls on her thinning hair,
Shadow hides the worried eyes
Which fixate in a distant stare.
Ye..
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Vaulting
canyons soar on high
Shadows
vast in orange sun,
Exp..
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Murmurings of memoriesWhispering in my ear,Nuances of notions feltFrom long ago, so dear,Nuances of feelings heldFrom deep within my breastLike the qu..
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Deformity
of rationale’s depletion of reserve
Cast
derelict to the wind,
A
vacant stare’s indifference states
A
r..
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Autumn in New Zealand is a masterpiece on canvasPatternings of goldens and bright rose hips in their beds,Copses of coniferous in deep and darkly aven..
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In the sizzle of the sauna I sat near a fellowA giant and as black, my friends, as black as pitch could be,Gentle eyes and gentle voice, melodious in ..
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