poem
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There is something about a new dawn That brings me hope The fresh beauty of the morning New stories to be told It’s like we start with a new sheet As if we have wiped the slate clean Its as if we are beginning over again This is the new dawn Bringing a new age…
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There is a rumble on the horizon I see the dark primordial skies, Way off in the distance There is going to be a storm tonight, The air feels charged with electric As the tensions start to rise, Because everybody’s fearing These angry skies tonight. Strong winds with hurricane force And the lashing of the…
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Why is there such an influence by people, seemingly indifferent, to the world in which we live and the crisis that it’s in, everything will be alright, that’s what they say, I have bigger problems anyway, like there are more important things than a dying Earth. Is it coincidence, this indifference has coincided with the…
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She was a ghost to him, Drifting out And drifing in, Giving love Then gone again, She was a ghost to him. Drifting out And drifting in, To his life And giving meaning, Then dissolving it again. She tormented his heart She had his soul, Within himself He could not resolve, Wether she was good…
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Misty morning full of bliss The most peaceful time there is Sitting in splendid isolation No fear of any violation Of this tranquillity here Feel the love and shed the fear. Weeping willows hanging down Close to reaching the damp lush loan ground Provide a shelter, provide a shade In their own unique way Around…
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