Renda Writer Biography

All the flowers
Of all the tomorrows
Are in the seeds of today
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I saw a man
Fishing
Off the side of the pier
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The inner strangeness has cought up with me
It's come out from the inside of me, on purpose
Cause it aspires to reshape me again from the outside
But at the same time conspires to watch me and nothing collide
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I felt the tip of the felt tip
Pen
I feel needs at the same time that I feel an inability
To bring those needs into the picture
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The reasoning
Behind my writing
Is the seasoning
Of life
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