Cyclopseven R Poems

I see in you the me that I missed.
every time you smile
I see in you nothing but me.
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Sweet memories
liken to dry grass of summer
mild and soothing
for heart and mind
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She weeps thinking of her fate
entrusted upon this creature
that’s supposedly to refresh her face
and harvest bountifully her beauty.
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Nudity exist,
when the mind is dressed.

It ends only
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God
As Information
Informed by many to many
Yet none grasped any.
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Hierarchy of life
built by minds different.
the lowest and the highest
is made to feel the crack
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Man dies fighting in the war, the enemy
losing all but his name and rank
only to be engraved on a plaque
and presented by the highest ranking
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Sweeping across the barren heart
the whispering wind whispers a tender song
cooling my ears from worldly chaos
and I rest peacefully under my own mind.
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Nature's tears
cools the earth
and fills the lake;
but my tears
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Rustic charm of the old mansion
speaks of human drama that unfold
the manifold relationship between man
with bitter memories and sweetest treasure;
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