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Time, man's measurement;a unit, a solar day.the clock's ticking, tickingalternating night and day.Never stopping, ticking, turningupon rotation of the..
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Colour's gold and redSplash the skyAs the sun departs----A temporary goodbye!And slumped in my chairFeeling the cool breeze;I stare at the sky,My mind..
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Our lives are like climbing a mountainThere are countless paths in which to takeJust like choices which you have to make,And on reaching the summit yo..
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I often wonderWhat it would be likeTo be a bird taking flight;Soaring high in the sky,Surveying the land with hawk-eye.Just to be up there where it's ..
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In the wake of nightThe shadows danceAnd always covering the same old groundsGhosts wander in see through gowns.The warmth and love no longer sharedTh..
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Cold wind blows,Rustling, rustling,Released -----Falling, falling,Red , coppery, brown.Falling, fallingTo Mother Earth to rest,Rotting, rottingNourish..
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There's a woman I knowWho has flowing brown hairA woman of beautyYou can't help but stare.Her eyes are just dazzlingA woman of such flairWith such sen..
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Conversation is all aboutTuning in, tuning outPause here, Stop there,Swapping thoughts you wish to share.Switching on, switching offA conversation's t..
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Ah! Sleep! Glorious sleep!To delve into the dream world,A far cry from the real world.A happy place, all fantasies fulfilled.While in the real world p..
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While the tombstone marks a plot of groundAlways placed behind the moundA resting place for all to seeWhere people gather one, two, three.To pay respe..
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