Faded to grey

Poem of memories which just won't come back.

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The struggle of my own reading

Journeying on a bus, I consider the increasing dificulty I have in reading books.

Endless

Feelings of happiness, Feelings of sad. Feelings of hopefullness, Feelings of mad. The heart thinks not, The heart simply feels. Another beat skipped, L'amour emprunte - love steals. A feeling of longing, Of want and desire. A feeling of nerves, A feeling to inspire. The mind so mindless, So certain it's right. To conquer one's... Continue Reading →

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