It drained my soul,this poem!
For so long, I leave itand pick it up againfrom nowhere!
Today I was in good form.
To finish it,it needed the last line.


It drained my soul,this poem!
For so long, I leave itand pick it up againfrom nowhere!
Today I was in good form.
To finish it,it needed the last line.
Those who leave, do not claim reparations. Not to be, at least, among the losers. Stepping out of the game in moments of triumph, they count among the winners.…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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