Christopher Ross Livingstone
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WitnessA Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..Witness By Christopher Ross LivingstoneAs I wake, I bear witnesss a new day,like a new born burting with life.The experiences it can offer is not a pr.. |
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Echoes in the windA Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..Echoes in the breeze By Christopher Ross LivingsotneSpring is back.Colours and bloom.But I still hear echoes from seasons past.Change is hereBlooming .. |
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Injustice of the HeartA Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..Injustice of the Heart By Christopher Ross LivingstoneSomething yearningIt has been callingThis beating would often go ignoredI wasn't really listenin.. |
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SensitiveA Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..Sensitivity By Christopher Ross LivingstoneThe moment I awoke into the world,A heart given a life by my maternal lightI soon discovered a sensitiveity.. |
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Since you leftA Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..Since you left By Christopher Ross LivingstoneSince you eftA sudden moment in timeA life taken so shortThe world felt so differentSpaces and placesSen.. |
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The Little ThingsA Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..The Little Things By Christopher Ross LivingstoneEverydayThe human lived experiencesAnd in the little things we take on without appreciationUntil they.. |
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SilenceA Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..Silence By Chritopher Ross LivingstoneThe turn of every season in the wise ages of each yearIn years of experience granted to me maturityThe realisati.. |
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BelongingA Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..Belonging By Christopher Ross LivingstoneExperience of loss or change cracks us wide openNot knowing where to start or to turnBecause shocks rocks the.. |
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TimeA Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..Time By Christopher Ross LivingstoneTime is here from cradle to the last moments we takeUntil then is forever takne for grantedTime is a gift and is i.. |
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In regretsA Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..In Regrets By Christopher Ross LivingstoneThe passage of timeLike the great unknowingHow longs is that piece of string?We can#t measure the time we ha.. |