Doubting leads to questioning,
questioning to full knowledge.
Follow the trail, be unwavering,
you will succeed, so said the sage.
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I was invited into their world,
twins, barely ten days old,
held at the breast,
feeding with zest.
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History is often written by the victor,
a web of deceit woven by the writer
to glorify the deeds of his master
and decry the works of the loser:
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Strolling by lake Windermere
one fine Spring day,
I watched the breeze caress the mere
as it went on its merry way.
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A pool of tears, always full,
ready to overflow at will
whenever notes of love are strummed
on the strings of my heart.
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The sweet smell of success
wafted my way in past days,
awakened ambitions,
led me by the nose.
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Play down the negative,
accentuate the positive,
add a pinch of additive,
a touch of the superlative,
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Come, Lord, like a thief in the night,
come at the time of the dying of the light;
stoop low, and with the kiss of your mouth
take this soul of mine, repentant and contrite,
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What is it in the human mind
which explains myth and fact
in the language of the theology
of Beginning and End,
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There is no action replay button
on Nature's wide T.V. screen.
Magical moments suddenly appear,
cast a spell, transform the scene,
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