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Dystrophy of Madness

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Spring trips will be all lively in untamed life. Times whims will erode a flourishing nightlife. Fallen leaves capitulate to the assaults of time. Superb sound of hatchlings leaving to rife. The Sunsets as it plunges from its climb. Such as life, we often are placed in odd chimes. Instability drives doomed people hysterical. Likewise, the regarded air is beginning to dime. A brilliant and marvelous day is a sample. A forlorn relationship douses the pull. Significance is no longer convincing. A vitality-less soul supports gloomy turmoil. Individuals lose faith when their ego is dissolving. Sympathy is essential to offer ultimate helping. Passions are hidden for a while and ego fusion. Days to review and retain the positive feelings. Ignoring the past and savoring the situation. Less secure than assuming: reaching resolution The truth is that everything is transitory. Even if it is genuine, today is a bogus imitation. The will to fight in despite immense difficulty I can swiftly mute myself to the limit of insanity. Woe and anguish hammer my nerve I'm worried and upset by the uncapability.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 10/12/2021 4:24:00 PM
I took from this that we need to live in the now. yes, all is transitory, my friend.
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Date: 10/11/2021 1:36:00 PM
Our whole existence is just a blip in the big scheme of things. Tom
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Date: 10/10/2021 8:11:00 PM
Profound, lovely and utterly absorbing. A brilliant work, my friend. :)
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Date: 10/10/2021 6:43:00 AM
Nothing permanent--well said, Lasaad.
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Date: 10/10/2021 5:56:00 AM
So true. I can relate to this in these very challenging times. I hope all is well today:)
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Date: 10/9/2021 10:32:00 PM
The truth is that everything is transitory. Nothing but the truth here. As I wrote to you on Thursday I almost fainted. Guess it's not my day to meet the reaper. A fantastic poem.
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Date: 10/9/2021 8:01:00 PM
So many beautiful lines in your rubaiyat, Lasaad. Your rhymes are truly incredible. Good work.
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