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Poem – A Word of Numbers

To express truth A word of numbers- Not necessary. But the worm of Conscience is a must. To continue the process of dialogue, but Transparency and trust is a must. Outcry has no value. Show not your Humdrumness at any … Continue reading

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Poem – I can Still See You 

I can still see you: an Echo, to be touched with Feeler- Words, on the Parting- Ridge. Your face softly shies away, when all at once there is lamp-like brightness in me, at the Point, where most painfully one says … Continue reading

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Poem – Into The Blue

From morning we tirelessly squander ourselves into the blue, which falls short of the border between water and sky. Into the blue in which the swimming routes of fish cross with the flight lines of birds. Into the blue in … Continue reading

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Poem – Morning Prayer 

Now another day is breaking, Sleep was sweet and so is waking. Dear Lord, I promised you last night Never again to sulk or fight. Such vows are easier to keep When a child is sound asleep. Today, O Lord, … Continue reading

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Poem – To M

Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, more than mortal, would be thine. For thou art form’d so heavenly fair, Howe’er those orbs may wildly beam, We … Continue reading

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Poem – To Lesbia

Lesbia! since far from you I’ve ranged, Our souls with fond affection glow not; You say ’tis I, not you, have changed, I’d tell you why,–but yet I know not. Your polish’d brow no cares have crost; And, Lesbia! we … Continue reading

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Prolonging My Understanding -Pavol Janik 

For a while I hesitated, at the place where one enters. And then so many mirrors as if after death or during it. And so many unreal girls in the shallow depths of the glass. There, where I entered for … Continue reading

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