TaraD Sweets

Consider a mother with her newborn infant
Yes, an emblem of optimism that never departs!
Bereavement may brand all we value
Yet this affection is positioned
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My body look not upon, but my soul,
Consider the face behind the mask,
With the touch of inner Braille,
Perceiving my whole being through yourself.
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My dear Princess, I must let you know
There is no affection more authentic than mine;
Both the benevolence and receipt of it was pure.
Don’t be distressed, for my legacy is satisfaction,
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Consider the benevolent sunlight: As fervent as flowers
Neighboring the path of a melody.
Clouds contours its golden orifices for hours,
Swinging with each zephyr that comes along.
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Kpo, kpo, kpo, kpo!
The sounds from the Oracle thuds
Bringing yet succor to ardent abound
The voices forming a concord
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I breathe in deep...filling my lungs to the top...the coolness and crispness of the air tingling throughout.

Feelings of rejuvenation overtake my soul...pulsating veins with blood so red...circulation of what is ME.
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In due course, memories settle down;
Better still, snooze.
Living cannot clutch a great deal of life for long,
Yet now I hold it dancing in my hands. Although everything is now, now is not;
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Time has no tie with misery.
Never reaching that beleaguered deep,
Poignant down its channel incessantly,
Flowing past whoever is there.
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Why?
A child makes life worthwhile?
Every new nativity, new born comes with it hope?
A profound commemoration, silhouetted in a smile,
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Moments aren’t all that there is to time.
One doesn’t tour the world over by oceans alone.
Anecdotes of days past and futures designed
Have made of instance a expedition over terra firma,
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Happy-ness and contentment is something that one strives for
After the vicissitudes of pleasure.
One perchance doesn’t know what he’s is looking for;
Or Perchance one doesn’t understand that he is free.
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Pay attention to my singular plea
Let me be the mirror of your heart
Shimmering the depth of your deepest pain
Reexamining your agony again and again,
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