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The days are so long, my love. One has to wander from sunrise to sunsetAnd
then comes the night.Then comes the night: the hardest part of the
dayT..
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To watch the trailing rose on stone wallsDew on flowers, a resting bird on
treeTo listen to the wind, feel the rain, Everyday, while we
mayThe sun..
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The Psychology Of The
UnsaidThoughts, untranslated, remained unsaid. Was it
because expression or emotion was dead? Or was it really that all ..
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I think and often imagine Even in scorched dreamsMyself and life as it
seems;As it seems, seems, seems.I have a tenuou..
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GriefGRIEFGrief, don’t stand near my bed tonightI’ve had enough and more than I can bearLast night was the worst: I could feel youWatching..
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I hear
your voice, despite absence and distance;
Amongst
clear skies, cloudy days, dark nights.
I
wake up from fogged dreams:
And
even the..
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Clouds that
come and goUntold divine missions doThey carry out, without pause or
falterThey our fates can certainly alter.Clouds that gather up
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