Classic poem of the day
In the deep caves of the heart, far down, running under the outward shows of the world and of people,
Running under continents, under the fields and the roots of the grasses and trees,
Under the little thoughts and dreams of men, and the history of races,
I see, feel and hear wondrous and divine things.
I seem to see the strands of affection and love, so tender, so true and life-long, holding together the present and past generations.
The currents of love and though......
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So many things left unsaid
Cuz there was no one to write them
Unlit matches is what they remain
Cuz no one cares to ignite them
So many times a tongue is bitten
To keep us from going to never land
And yet there stands a horse un ridden
Reminding us we always can
Afraid, mostly, is what I'd call it
Fear is what it boils down to
Hear no; see no; taste no
Evils that in ones heart one knows are true
But after a few tim......
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