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we have
different perspective
in looking at
different
angle


©IGMS
We are guided by our own point of view.
We judge according to our perception, philosophy and beliefs.
So don't talk if it is not necessary.
It may harm other people.

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if revenge breeds revenge,
will there ever be an end?

if killing breeds killing,
will there ever be a change?

if war breeds war,
will there ever be a peace?
in this chaotic world
the "law of the jungle"
remain unchange
……
this was inspired by the book i've read
……
the first sentence was not written by me
i was once a piece
of beautiful paper,
cut into a heart-shape,
colored with red and
neatly placed at the left
side of my chest.

and then you came
with your heart on fire,
i am enchanted by your warmth
that i let you embrace me.
but i never thought that your fire,
would burn me down.

i was once a piece
of beautiful paper.
but now,
i am no more than
a piece of small gray particles,
ashes,
forgotten ashes
scattered by the wind

never to be found

©IGMS
 Feb 2017 Vii HunniD
sunprincess
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It was a midsummer's night,
and the air was hot, humid,
And tingling with excitement

I was wandering amongst
Vivid flowers, leafy ferns
And exotic tropical foliage

Then a splashing waterfall
and you, muscles glistening
*******, I jumped in

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How did a button end up in the family
Bible , a beach postcard in Job
A few recipes plus a work photo from 1965 tucked away
somewhere in Proverbs
An obituary in Matthew
A guitar pick in Psalms
Come to think of it they're in a proper
place after all* ...
Copyright February 2 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Skedaddle you little *******
Go find your purpose in life
somewhere else for I've no clue what it
might possibly be* ...
Copyright February 2 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
A patch of earth in Kelleytown
Black from years of tending
It tested firm in my clutched hand
every Spring
It filled my boots at times , clung
to my tractor and ended up in my
pockets
It crusted ever so lightly , holding
precious water
It helped to fill the stores of Papa ,
Granmaw and my father
A true friend , a loyal companion ,
a southern crescent miracle , soil harrowed
in perfect rows , life bearing piedmont , fragrant loam*..
Copyright February 3 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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