Words are real action
The reality is also sometimes stunned by words
Words that Absurd sometimes also have an affair with reality
Reality that plays with phenomena is sometimes not as idealistic as we think
The spirit in the equivalent word chosen as diction may be right next to the norm or ethics
The body in the heart of a word is always meaningful
The spirit that realistic in words is easily co-opted by symbols in the real world
Body of You, me and all of you resides in a name in a word that has special
meaning
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When I first saw him,
I knew that he was mine,
He promised to make me thine,
Accepting my flaws and fines.
My smile spread across my face,
Anticipating to have a joint family,
Dreamt big to live happy,
With inlaws as parents,
And others as bro and sis,
Love has always been my search.
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They say, poetry makes you imaginary
Far lost in words... disconnected
When they themselves began their lives
Singing rhymes, poems... twinkle twinkle li'l star
Sleeping to their gran's lullabies
Frolickin' in the farms...to the poetry of tall grasses
Dreaming of nature's poems...its soul rests within you
Growin' up with your beloved alongside
Writing letters to your love... replete with poetry so melancholy...
When thy love jilts you...you weave a song
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i learned english by repeating these three
things:
"is" = a single non white candle flame.
"am" = a mirror speaking to itself the truth"
the truth "is" still a definition.
"are" = a chorus of frogs at midnight.
many candles and many frogs with blue and brown eyes
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A hallow feeling that strikes in one's heart,
A strike that make one doubt themselves.
Taken or not a feel is a feel,
With none other than the fault of the heart,poor mind!
A world full of cold blocked eyes searching for a fault,
Who see the hallow, unhallowed.
One who should fall out, falls in,
Is it heart's fault, it's not, but the fault is possession.
One should have monomania, that's what they say,
But why to control with in the heart,
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Soms is het leven een storm
een opeenstapeling van ruis
en ademhalen voelt als werk.
Toch is er die ene stoel bij het raam
waar het licht zacht binnenvalt
alsof de dag zelf even pauzeert.
Er is stilte tussen twee zorgen
een glas water dat je vasthoudt
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Du kannst zum Anfang zurückkehren,
Worte ungesagt lassen,
denselben Weg noch einmal gehen,
als wärst du nie davon abgewichen.
Du kannst den Atem anhalten,
schweigen,bis der Sturm dich vergisst,
so tun,als wäre nichts geschehen.
Aber die Vergangenheit
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You can go back to the beginning,
unsay the words,
walk the same path
as if you never left it.
You can hold your breath,
stay silent until the storm forgets
your name,
pretend it never happened.
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Je kunt terug naar het begin,
woorden inslikken,
wegen opnieuw bewandelen
alsof je nooit bent afgestapt.
Je kunt je adem inhouden,
stil blijven tot de storm gaat liggen,
doen alsof het niet gebeurd is.
Maar het verleden
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i learned english by repeating these three
things:
"is" = a single non white candle flame.
"am" = a mirror speaking to itself the truth"
the truth "is" still a definition.
"are" = a chorus of frogs at midnight.
many candles and many frogs with blue and brown eyes
......