poem
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After The Rain
There is no Summer without the dew of Spring. There is no Winter without the Fall. After The Rain In the mood of the night the glimmer of hope emerges from the darkness offering its smooth retreat. The midst of the still night renders its own shadows of illusions where one’s eye is shortly deceived Read more
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Gifts
The heart’s gift the center fly. Each day resembles that of a kiss gently touching our being. We see ourselves in the darkness we await for light.Each breath precious as the wind blows. All the things that matter to me they matter to you. We all see past each Luminous collective the moon. A vibrant Read more
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The Rewards of Doing
Passion occurs in the heart as it journeys into its pilgrimage to its outer expression through deeds. Clinching to life the essence of being human, a flood of innocence pleads for existence to be present in the time of its active annihilation. Listen… The cause of a few is the bounty of the rich. The Read more