I wrote a few lines of misery
And my tears punctured the page
My heart was torn apart
And my spirit was broken
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I am empty of me
Yet I am full of you
I am in love with the emptiness
Because the emptiness is me
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In the realm of poetry
It is common to sit alone
Not because one is a loner
But because silence is a mirror
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On the pages of history
Mothers have written so many chapters
With their bare hands
They moulded the course of history
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There are no sign posts
Because you are the path and the sign posts
There are no markings
Because the heart is continuously beating its drums
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It is not rocket science
That determines one's life projection
It is the choices we make (and our environment)
That stand between a life flowing with milk and honey (happiness)
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Today I woke up full of knowledge
Not the kind of knowledge that is full of uncertainties
Nor the type of knowledge that depends on intellectual capabilities
It is the knowledge that brings joy and happiness to the heart
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It is not common to be given a gift
It is not uncommon to accept a gift with the greatest joy
It is totally normal to hope for a gift
It is in our nature to be pleased by a kind gesture
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Before the stillness
You have to undress yourself of your ego
Be naked before your own Spirit
And find peace in your emptiness
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In the spectrum of life
It is the string of love that hold us together
During the storm and in the sunshine
We rejoice in the knowledge that Love does not fail
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