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Random First Lines:sung to the music of walk alone » Read
Grappling with the aesthetic ,
The sweating striving of integrity and the charlatan-poseur
And what is it anyway .. this thing we call '' Beauty ''
Is the flower beautiful before you set your gaze on it ,or does is become beautiful because you looked and found it...
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nature has always intrigued me it has always served as an inspiration for my poetry. This poem is completely metaphorical and symbolic, it very personal for me and among my favourates.