Vestige of old thoughts, lingers as the morning flows,
To remind me of all that we had, before this strange feeling,
Sitting carelessly on a windy evening, with dust in the eyes,
While winnowing love ...
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Tie me down ,
If you ever can ,
I will fly across , my wings trudged in air .
Pierce me inside ,
With shrapnel of any kind ,
Heal I will thyself.
Break me apart ,
With bruising words ,
I will stand ...
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We gathered around the ancient tree
For knowledge was being imparted
Men of liquid worth were being made
They were being poured into rigid molds,
Of blinded order, toil and loyalty, but their ...
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* Here, in this poem, by "I" I am not addressing myself.*
I have a relation with embers
don't know how,
but. in someway,
that I know, for sure.
Either they are the cause of my existence
or I am ...
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