In the early evening darkness there is no sound-
No music either-
Silence is a kind of waiting for another distance,
And all the distances in me have heard themselves before -
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The happiness of life in old age
Is a small grandchild
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The Poetry was more than the words-
It was the overflow of feelings
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We all have other lives we might have had
We all have dreams we never knew to realize
We all have much we do not want
We all have difficulties in life
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I have already done it or not done it-
Nothing I write from now on
Will change it very much-
I can relax-
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What makes a small child so wonderful?
She runs around like crazy
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There was a Poet whose only Reading was Poetry
Whose only work was Poetry
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What would happen to us all?
If You are Not,
How can we ever hope to be for long?
If You were lost-
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And despair of the day
Peace comes in the evening-
At this time
There is nothing any longer to prove-
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