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Alas! Gentle beauty of time that goes by,
strange paten that sifts the soul,
light that dims the silky glitter of some glances,
mirror full of prints.
Alas! Gentle sadness,
a clock that...
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When you ask me
if you will be happy,
my son,
I say yes
because that is how I want you to be,
but I look at the world
and I remain awake
although I hide my fear.
Life is hard I warn you,
but if...
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The flower of my thaught
will blossom,
sometime,
when the sadness has gone away
and this is how
I will remember you,
my sweet dove,
without the pain
that I felt upon losing you
and upon not...
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by Paul Laurence Dunbar
In a bizarre coincidence, I learned that my 100 year old Grandmother just passed away on the same day that I was making this.
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary...
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TEMPLES-
My Human Light,
the look in your eyes,
when they seen mine, shined so
much light into a happy sy,
like the promise of God
My Human Light,
you took my heart,
then...
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Bones
Bones of contention are lying
within the hard scrabble.
Following the path
of least resistance
through the bone yard.
They are kicked aside
and...
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Man is an Island
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Islands in the Sea of Consciousness,
flotsam adrift from conception.
Many individual glass soul,
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