Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Maxom Dome
I sit here in my own essence [very unique to recognize this] I’ve never asked myself who am I, who I am, I am whom — Never had a chat with myself either. Not even inquired of my own health not on a sunny day not on a cloudy day not even on a lazy day — I don’t believe I know who I am even though I...
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Of a Rose
Roses are so beautiful and my heart sings for they mean so many different things. You give me roses of every hue, of their meaning they always speak of you. Why do you bring a rose to me each morn and in the evening pierce my heart with its thorn. Roses are so beautiful and yet I remain lovelorn.
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