ODE TO MOTIVATION
(poem in the caption)

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Reminders of the Past
( poem in the caption)

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LAND OF FREEDOM
( poem in the caption)

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" TWELVE O' CLOCK "
(poem in the caption)

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The metamorphosis of beautiful moments into memories is very painful for the soul.

The wave of time is always in pace. The actor has to leave the stage after playing his role.

One picture leads to thousands of images which help the heart feel the events of the past.

At the beginning all things move slowly but at the end everything starts moving so fast.

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Many of the passing moments gather in the infinite chamber of little heart.

Sometimes they cause hurtful delight and sometimes delightful hurt.

They can make the eyes cry and the lips smile at the same time

And sometimes use hands to express themselves through rhythm & rhyme.

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INTO THE WOOD
(poem in the caption)

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Don't let the lamp of hope ever fall asleep.
Over the past sorrows don't forever weep.

Don't let the failures and rejections upset your heart.
There's always something great waiting for you to start.

Life's a game of role playing so carefully choose an inspiring role
Whose intention is concerned with reaching his/her every goal.

Don't let the smoke of gloom cripple around the blooming bud.
Don't let the wings of freedom fall upon the sticky mud.

Believe in yourself being an invincible entity
Who is ready to overcome every adversity and defy the boastful time's curse.
Fly fearlessly in the sky of eternity
And make an identity perpetual in the entire universe.

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Tonight's sky is not starry.
An immense darkness is to crawl.
Own footsteps sound so scary.
A stiff coldness penetrates the shawl.

The moon is hidden behind the clouds.
No source of light is found.
Existence is full of dubious doubts.
Own exhalations appear to be an eerie sound.

Now the ears can hear the shriek of a mystic owl.
Naked trees stand like skatues of demons.
The fair atmos now looks so foul.
The unconscious soul goes where mystery summons.

Now the indivisible companion is to disappear.
The nose can feel the presence of a sinister smell.
But the courage's eyes hold no drops of fear.
The arrival of the sun breaks the cruxes of the enigmatic spell.

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I am not a lover of a lover.
I am a lover of love.

I love a love who has no shape but I can touch.
Who has no eyes but can see my smile and tears.
Who has no ears but can hear my untold words and understand them.
Who has no hands or lips but can hold my hand and kiss my cheek.
Who has no voice but can talk to me.
Who is invisible to my eyes but indivisible from my vision..

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