Man is the highest of creatures.
The woman is the most sublime of ideals.
God made for man a throne for the woman an altar.
The throne exalts, the altar sanctifies.
Man is the brain.
The woman's heart.
The brain produces the light, the heart produces the Love
Fruitful Light, Love resurrects.
The man is strong by reason.
The woman is invincible by tears.
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A man is like a tree, tall and strong,
With branches reaching up to the sky.
His roots run deep, he's been here so long,
And he stands firm when the winds pass by.
His trunk is solid, his bark so rough,
But he's gentle too, like a soft breeze.
He may seem tough, but he's filled with love,
And his heart beats with the greatest ease.
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And I shall shake the clouds
As if it were
A fresh laundered shirt in the hands of old ma.
Strung up on clothes pins.
To catch the wind.
With nimble fingers and
Prayers to god.
I’ll catch em by their shoulders.
I'll wring out every last drop.
Till my feet are mired in mud.
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A subtle man of such flair-
Comes and goes as in thin air!
Always trimmed neat his hair.
Never certain what he'll wear.
He's been seen in many rooms;
Master of bold costumes!
Where he goes, fashion blooms;
As butterflies emerge from little tombs!
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In the heart of winter, I stand,
Surrounded by a landscape of white silence.
The snow blankets the earth,
Each flake a delicate touch,
Soft, yet unyielding in its cold embrace.
The trees are skeletal fingers,
Reaching up to a sky of muted gray,
Their limbs bare, stripped of life,
Yet beautiful in their stark simplicity.
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The azure veil shook, while the heavenly maiden went to sleep,
The waters broke to brooks, as the gloaming stained the lake that's deep.
Her heart was laden with the weight of all the creatures down below,
Her soul stained with every sin of life, yet persists as a good fellow.
Her eyes finally close as the world below plunges into darkness,
In her place her children shine, to bring the light upon the madness.
Once again she wakes, as the birds sing a choir down below,
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In the heart of winter, I stand,
Surrounded by a landscape of white silence.
The snow blankets the earth,
Each flake a delicate touch,
Soft, yet unyielding in its cold embrace.
The trees are skeletal fingers,
Reaching up to a sky of muted gray,
Their limbs bare, stripped of life,
Yet beautiful in their stark simplicity.
......
In the heart of autumn, a man named October walks through the crisp, golden leaves.
His footsteps echo a melody of nostalgia, as he wanders with purpose through the quiet streets.
A hazy glow surrounds him, a halo of amber and rust,
His eyes reflect the changing hues of the season, a kaleidoscope of memories and dreams.
October is a man of mystery, his thoughts drifting like wisps of fog in the twilight.
He carries the weight of the past on his shoulders, but his spirit is light as a feather,
His laughter dances in the wind, a whimsical symphony that fills the air with joy.
He is a wanderer, a dreamer, a poet of the autumnal landscape.
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You took me, as a child sucks at his mother's womb
And I search strides in mirror
I search who I'm-
A bear, who flaps it's wooly hands
Or, churns it's saggy face?
A duck, who wallows 'mid clay
Or, trembles asif to stray?
A tiger, whose paws can't be shunned
Or, who is public's deny?
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She dared to harbour feeling her love for a man
And for more than 1 decade the woman has ventured to collect her love for the
man
She began to dare to squirm to express all what she felt
Differences in age, space and time have taught the woman how to be in love
She dared to harbour her love for a man
Now the reality is different, the man already has a companion; the woman still
hopes that the man is indeed her soul mate
Even though it looks odd, it is clear that love can never choose
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