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Cesare Silvestro Poem
The voluptuous beauty of life.
Life is not a vector, life is nothing but a canvas void of art or color. Whilst you may not possess any prior knowledge of art once you finish this once void canvas now is brimming with young, vibrant life. But to create such beauty because every stroke is a choice not a loss. A choice such as; if questioned some a gift greater than an answer they give you a chance to hear not that what they do say but that that they do not say.
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As we take the first steps in our march through life always seems a safe haven. But as the march goes from step to stomp, that which we once saw as a safe haven dissipates. To be replaced by reality, so you now must master this unfamiliar quick march, so though new, fast, eventually you master this new march. Even as you know these marches you wonder why? It is for but one reason: in life hurdles will appear, when such hurdles appear; march on! But at times a certain darkness will appear and envelope you with mist like black tendrils which are fraught with danger you must free yourself. But once safe from these stone cold, pitch black arms an epiphany comes; if your end is far from nigh what is such an unearthly thing doing here? What could do such a thing? If age matters not, all which remains is thoughts of conscious.
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Cesare Silvestro Poem
nirvana: though we all may travel not many (though it matters not how tranquil it may be upon the terra which you stand, or how surreal your surroundings may be not even the absolutely otherworldly stupefying serenity experience .) possess the knowledge that in all but five words you need not know this feeling of ecstasy but once but infinitely. so do not veiw this as a petty gift but as one more brick on the path to happiness! and above all have a nice life and who knows? maybe there are more waiting to be lived.
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Cesare Silvestro Poem
Start>nirvana: though we all may travel not many (though it matters not how tranquil it may be upon the terra which you stand, or how surreal your surroundings may be not even the absolutely otherworldly stupefying serenity experience .) possess the knowledge that in all but five words you need not know this feeling of ecstasy but once but infinitely. so do not veiw this as a petty gift but as one more brick on the path to happiness! and above all have a nice life and who knows? maybe there are more waiting to be lived.<>
Copyright © Cesare Silvestro | Year Posted 2015
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