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i
am a homegrown poet who
sees self as no-body but
i can bashfully admitthat
i am some kind ofa
philosophera
dream weaverwho
mirrors life throu..
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There are times when
the sky is not a skyBut a blue hem in
between man and God,When blue turns black,
the pond is not a pondBut a glass that casts ..
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Such love as the blind-god
knowsIn your eyes you cannot
hideNever, oh, never gaze
at meTo surrender to your
eyes is not surrender
I..
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I see sun yellow, I see sky blueEverybody is smiling at the wandering cloudsI see gods watching, not sleeping in the nightI see angels flying, I see s..
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Your
poetry came in to my soulYou
came in to my heartThat
is all I will ever remember That
is all I shall ever know for truthUntil
I grow old,
..
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the evening flowed turgid
with the fragranceof the night flowers
and of the noiseof the ramble
of my thought
moment passed
sud..
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One has a
comely faceThe other is
an evil They sayBut, why I
feel They are the
sameExtremeDistressingMakes meA foolNow, I do not
know
..
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Day after dayI can offer libationTo the statue of NemesisFor her to succour every womanWho suffers from sighsOf the burden of the painOf their faithle..
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On the warmth of my
cottony high bunk,
My ragbag, Sea! Sea
of my other dimension
I want to stay, play, play like a child
With the waves lik..
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