PaulAndre Pelletier Poems

The world is an ocean and life is a boat
Often inert, content to float
And all is quiet, and all is peacefull
With little boats, staying idle
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My world is of life, my world is of death
It has many lows and rarely a higher
My world is of exale, my world is of breath
My world is of wind, my world is of fire
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The words are not enough, too much limitation
To express my feelings, and my emotions
All of them, are barely adequate
The language of my heart, they cant translate
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