Month: March 2020
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Covered in blankets of their faces, I became cold. The morning spilt darkness on my feet, I am sodden in unrest, married to uncertainty. O’ flower child, can a nation be born in a day? Earth child, Thy wretched soul…
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The wild fragrance of Jasmine sings no more. The amusing songs of nightingale bloom no more If you roll downhill in tears of madness and heartbreaks. Child, with just a tiny spark of understanding inside Your front pockets you’ll survive…
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i am glad you made the decision to travel with your fears, knowing it will unrobe itself from your skin, when your hand is fastened to the tools of thy endeavors. whoever waits anxiously for the perfect weather, to invite…
ALL CHRIST 