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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath.
Lost as a boy, lost as a man,
I need to grow up, don't think I can.
You lose your love for her and then
It is her who is lost,
And then it is both who are lost,
And nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
A door just opened on a street-
I, lost, was passing by-
An instant's width of warmth disclosed
And wealth, and company.
A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
To purses of leather
one lost its skin
One lost its feather
to hats and decors
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first
splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang
`Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed! '
On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
But it is never lost, my lord.
Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.
The heroic stars spending themselves,
Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle,
They must burn out at length like used candles;
And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes.
Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
During the battle of the Somme, France,1916, the British sustained 60,000 casualties on the first day. Torrential rains turned the battlefield into a quagmire. In one month the Allies advanced five miles at the cost of 450,000 German.200,000 French and 420,000 British lives. I lost two uncles
Blood red poppies sway
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I can't remember,
You are not beautiful, exactly.
You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
And a mulberry grow by the house.
I wandered lonely
in a crowd
despite a host
He is the light of our lives.
Through the the day, through
the night. Opening our hearts and
bringing us sight. When we've lost
Last night, your long-lost memory came back to me as though
Spring stealthily should come to a forsaken wilderness
A gentle breeze its fragrance over burning deserts blow
Or, all at once be soothed somehow the sick soul's distress.
The lonely landscape whispers of itself.
Yesterday's shadow overtakes the field.
Lost in such thoughts we wonder what to do?
Bones are not strong enough to turn sunset.
Lost paradise, lost cities
lost families, lost vivacity;
lost lives, lost children
lost homes, lost unity;
i am lost
i am lost in your chaos
the chaos of your beauty
the chaos of your words and thoughts
The feeling is that which one makes the best use of the senses. Those not using the senses are like the persons who are sleeping with no action to do.
18. living body
The life has no shape whereas the body has shape. Feelings, heart, and absolute knowledge they have one meaning When they mix with the action, it is called the life and there is no soul as such according to Buddha's principle.
The rhapsodically untainted leaves; lost their virginity to the tantalizingly draughts of the unstoppably ecstatic and beautifully silken breeze,
The indomitably ferocious Sun; lost its virginity to the evanescent beams of the spell bindingly eclectic and enchantingly blessed dawn,
Hatred Vs Hatred. Both of them deliriously lost; apart from them being the most haplessly growling failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that;
those who dared compare them; unrelentingly roamed in the lavatories of the hideously asphyxiating devil.
Prejudice Vs Prejudice. Both of them flagrantly lost; apart from them being the most vindictively gruesome failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; barbarously tortured every conceivable pore of their bodies with the sword of the salacious devil.
Lost to tempest
Lost to storm
Lost to rainbow and rain
Lost to sunshine
Lost in an abyss, i can't find my way out
Lost in such heartache, i can't even shout,
Lost in our memories, i cannot get through,
Lost in the past filled with my memories of you,
Sufferings, pains, wars, human errors, and A lot of ugly things led them Into ugly tents of shame, Into ugly boats of death, Into that ugly loss here and
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