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There is no such
Color called white
In the purity of hearts.
But if your past is dark as tar
Worry not; take yourself far,
From issues and times
Rest your head in peace
And let your spirit freely
Find settlement
For every today
There is a yesterday
In the past that past
Tomorrow is heavily
Pregnant and vast
Everybody has a past.
How can a heart forgive the mark Permanently, engraved for gaze? Each time I see her photographs Hanging behind walls of my heart Retrospect plays…
Like a native frying pan I am but a naked man, Ready for life contest A contest of the swift… Racing to climb the hill…
Rowdy, crowdy and busy; Yet absolutely empty. Such a pity to dwell In such a lonely city. Looking so beautiful Incredible outwardly; But within is…
Her paintings embodies … Love is free And therein her sculpture Is engraved; “The abovementioned; enamoured …Cost nothing.” How much is your love? Warm affection,…
Consoling!
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