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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.
Fighters wear gloves to win Trophies thrown in the bin History tells of things As it pleases, versions told. Forgetting roots that hold Forgetting ray…
When the sun comes up We all rise from our bed And as it sets, we crash… When cock crows by dawn While the alarm…
The air begins to leak Inevitably, During a brush with death We are unable But beckon for breath Running from rest we seek. ©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com…
The journey began as a joke Till giant strides together yoked, And there we stood, exchanging vows Inner me smiled, exclaiming; wow !!! Like a…
Consoling!
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