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  1. the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)

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  2. Numerically perfect, a flower is polished science indeed. With petals that whisper the secrets of the golden ratio's creed. But a rose curves out over the lethal thorns is indeed no math, no logic! #poetry #science #philosophy #order #chaos #nature.

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  5. I wanted an uncluttered, peaceful space to read and share poetry, so I started building one in my time after work. The site now serves over a million readers a month and is a home to hundreds of thousands sharing their poetry.

  6. 31 de may. de 2024 · Jun 04, 2024. ranveer joshua. the man in the moon. as i look through my window i cannot find his light he’s nowhere to be seen i’m all alone tonight his presence calmed me silent and serene his warm yellow shine a sight unseen oh please come back soon i miss you so much i’m off to bed now please stay in touch.

  7. I write poetry by command, by request, good or bad, this one is a bequest to myself, and also a sidecar for an old friend, who asked in passing to write what I know of suicide,