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Poem – Let’s Go to Live Forever

Let’s go, dear, to live together and we should look eventually what happen with such decision, certainly we are growing fast older and downgraded going to end, my sugar candy, but we have been together, that s sound finely, doesn’t? … Continue reading

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Poem – The Deep Secret of Love

Our world was born from one genuine strong intention, pressed in simple sentence, one astonishing spelling out the magical composed phrase that deeply stressed frozen black matters and born and expanded our Universe with myriads bright stars and galactics, as … Continue reading

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Poem – My English

It was very hard for me to speak with West through translators, usually Russians anchored by intelligent services, KGB or related them with such or others way. Sometimes we have met Kyrgyzes mediators, but they are also spoiled by soviet … Continue reading

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Poem – The Wantaritencant 

It watched me in the cradle laid, and from my boyhood’s home It  glared above my shoulder-blade when I wrote my first “pome”; It’s sidled by me ever since, with greeny eyes aslant— It is the thing (O, Priest and … Continue reading

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Appetite- Rohit Singh

Human need. How much more are we going to bleed?  We are running,  From the moment we can run. To get just one thing done. But with every moving step,  We got our appetite up, up and up. 

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A New Rule – Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 

It is the rule with drunkards to fall upon each other, to quarrel, become violent, and make a scene. The lover is even worse than a drunkard. I will tell you what love is: to enter a mine of gold. … Continue reading

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The Long Trail – Rudyard Kipling 

There’s a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the sun, Singing: “Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the dover, “And your English summer’s done.” You have … Continue reading

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