ALL DAY ALONG.
All day along...
ASLEEP.
I fell asleep...
CHILDREN PLAY.
The children play in the sunshine...
CONJURING
Conjuring up all the memories...
Neither wreck of hope nor promises fulfilled
Neither love nor torture nor mutability...
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All around us are utilitarians, men without feelings. |
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Poet gathers images, feelings, phrases like the bee; in order to turn these into new creations, like the honey. |
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People are born fools, education makes them stupid. |