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A Poem by SyN
During the twelve o'clock precisely.
Hot wind, dry and lazy.
Stone houses,
lined mute.
The long road,
dusty and deserted.
At the end of the de..
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A Poem by SyN
Blessed are the flowers of bush,
that grows wild on the edge of the road,
to let the wind with busy people passing by,
in the bustle they never ye..
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A Poem by SyN
Flame trees on the river bank under the bridge brown endlessly adore.
When heavy rains fall season shed their leaves, with their magnificent fractu..
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A Poem by SyN
On behalf of flirtation,
and excessive anxiety,
about the beauty and cleanliness
of our trim, cut, and cut down
plants temporarily protrude lush..
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A Poem by SyN
Once more I say goodbye, to you.
Things happen, but we don't really know why.
If it's supposed to be like this,
why do most of us, ignore the chan..
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A Poem by SyN
As you knew waving and calling.
Approaching Arriving poultice
calendar, between April and May,
with biting cold sore creeps.
Until the color for..
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A Poem by SyN
No more of taking this hatred from you.
You make me feel dead, when I'm talking to you.
You take me for granted, when I'm not around.
So burn all y..
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A Poem by SyN
Women,
because her body is full,
and flashed by gold gilding it,
emits a beam of light,
which is how blinding brilliance,
then, bowed my eyes..
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A Poem by SyN
Tired and lonely still we stand.
On a road to nowhere.
Trapped in a world, of endless days.
My engine's stalling, road to nowhere...
Body and mi..
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A Poem by SyN
A boy of anguish,
now he's a man of soul.
Traded in his misery,
for the lonely life of the road.
The years were cruel to him.
No, he won't le..
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