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| The Beat |
The sound of guns carried on the chilly air,
The beaters on the ground,
Barking dogs and beating sticks,
The Pheasants start to run,
Afraid to take to flight,
A target in the sky,
They might become.......
The Flow of The Letters
As dreams were captured on reams , Wishes written with an emotional hand, As the flow of letters formed the words, Acting as the hands of t...
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To write a thousand words, How one feels, But cannot find those eyes, Who would read, A message unread, For a thousand years, Maybe in anoth... -
Sat on a path, At the dawn of the day, Cross roads in sight, Thinking which way, To the left or to the right, Or straight ahead towards ton... -
A Robin flew to a tree on my path, This was fate , It was meant to be, He sang a song, In his merry way, Only a few will understand his wor...
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