Poetry

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She has always been the centre of my misgivings
Night is day
And day is night
Never a day without a true-blue fight

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When the rains lure me
I ride on the rivulets
Riding through time
Riding beyond;
Such thrills
Behold

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The spring of a new day spells hope. I vie to make this breathtaking moment a trophy for my day. It is never easy for me. Being present takes great effort.

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I woke up this morning
With a song in my head
A song unsung
A song so straight
Never had I given it thought
For it just played and played

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we can look deep within social resistance

peer through the window of a hopeless state

he was there from the very beginning

alone in a world of atmosphere