Poems About Life
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I fit into the skin of Mr quite man, who has a lot...
Who might you be? when nobodies around... -
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crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past... -
I am at the foot of that dam mountain again
Stretching... -
The old man is standing,
Why? the bus does not stop here... -
The dry leaves nourish my garden
Why always the sweeping and blowing them away... -
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Under the mantle of a star filled African night
I listen to the wind in that majestic setting... -
I want somebody, to tell what is the soul of a...
God is playing on my mind... -
The completeness of self-realization is all sorts...
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The argument for the importance for "love for...
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So precious yet so short
Life is indeed to us... -
The old man is standing,
Why? the bus does not stop here...