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The White Gloves
You can find the book at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/524218 The story is taking place in a magic forest. Little Red Ridi...
You can find the book at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/524218 The story is taking place in a magic forest. Little Red Ridi...
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A DESK
The wooden board bears the marks of generations.
A sky with countless heavenly bodies.
A whim in the form of a horizontal.
Or a letter for a name.
All scattered on the board
Like stars in a galaxy of thought.
MYSTERIUM TREMENDUM
Close your eyes and
Behold the music!
Do not utter a single word!
Vision lost its sight and hearing is deaf.
I am not myself today and yesterday is yet to come.
Come, then, Oh Thou I!
Being myself, I teach geometry,
But know not the origin of lines -
That, the Thou in I knows.
A Poem of Love
I love you,
However not by virtue of your physical merits -
The alluring agents of the mundane.
No, no, my fair dame!
My love for you is a mirror,
And in this mirror I can only see but myself -
In ever increasing fragments
I love you,
Because in your presence
I have found in myself
A reason to live,
A reason to love.
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