desire
The love of nature
The beauty of life
Everything works in order to survive
To live the life of desire
Learning how to do things precise
Working hard to complete destiny
To complete the dream we call life
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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nika’s Poems (4)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| NOTHING | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| HOW WAS I TO KNOW? | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| desire | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| THE END OF MY PAIN | 0 | 05/14/2009 |
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