RK Biography

Two ancient enemies, every day and night,
One being black, the other is white,
Fight quite deadly in a persuasive way;
Which one will triumph no one can say...
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Beloved,
Should these words chance to pass your glimpse or whisper through your distant ears, then know, standing this lonesome seam I ink the drops of tacit tears, while drawing shadows of your dreams on tomorrows of all yesteryears...

In times when Summer merged with Spring and Fall stood still to reach its height, I wondered what might future bring through stormy days and rainy nights and drew the colours of your Autumn wings when Winter paled my fragile sight...
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Since the dawning, I've existed
Of this world, but didn't cry
To be happy, I have resisted
I wasn't born, I'll never die...
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...And that was many suns ago
Beneath the dusk of stellar scripts
With fading stench of heaven's flow
And splitting of abysmal pits
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When passing by this place, alone,
I stopped for while, sat by a stone;
With weary stare, I touched the earth;
I know this place yet quite unknown...
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