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Existence

I see lives, hollow and stuffed... Meaningless motives, dried souls and rough voices ...heap of dried grass tied together, Gestures without expressions, smiles without passion.. I see forced walk through the corridors of life... ...run without zeal for the ambitions tied, I see myself seeking refuge... …in the cellar filled with words, translations & solitude, I see shrinking perimeters of my existence.

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Date: 9/4/2024 9:51:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 2/21/2016 2:12:00 PM
abhishek mishra, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 12/26/2015 7:20:00 PM
a pleasure to read :) hope you are enjoying the holidays ...... SKAT LOVE
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