Sweaty cloud mold an oval shape,
in the midst of a sunny day.
Locust descends on the field to weed off
nonchalant leaves;
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Bewildered by the rants coming across street,
He fine-tuned his tool to clear away leaves
That rest on the sand shore in a compound so glued
to its tidings.
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The direction of men
cannot be contained by the
limits of their imagination;
the beauty of time is not
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Buddies, if only we knew what our minds could do!
Caught in economic lunacy, we sustain in adversity.
Love for material subjectivity, leads to mediocrity.
Cause we lay low, does not make us apathetic to partiality.
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I went to another world,
and saw things beyond reality.
My earthly state of mind
couldn't comprehend as I
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Christianity is my Spirituality
Pragmatism is my Philosophy
Humanism is my Psychology
Hope is my Audacity
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Outside beauty reflects,
in shape and form
and appearance.
Changing as time
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The ornament of steel,
unfolding in a platform of crest;
adorable, splendid, rare;
what a toast to behold.
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We are not people but a scene,
Vent for a time is nothing more than gold;
What can we say to the chides of lime,
We are not people but a gold.
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Strangers, player's drain;
Who knows the cry of the dry?
I come before, as a rake;
Pilling leaves, cutting grasses;
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