thoughts
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Stream winds so pure and clear lovely path throughout the year Where from does this rivulet meander? And how does it avoid harsh arid slander? I beg to know this stream of life Endless source to ease my strife As a tear you shall always go Upon the mountain’s cheek so slow You are not Read more
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Reasoning held afloat by caustic visions and venomous tongue within walls built to keep one’s rationale in and One truth out. Soon time will exact its due reward for being the guardian of hope as wistful eyes seek a pardon from sorrowful life sentence And heart and soul will reconcile at the meeting of sea Read more
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But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute. Psalm 141:8 Upon what thing beautiful shall my gaze alight? Something in the shallow, alluring and beckoning, places welcomed by bidding hands to guide my path? Where soon after a joyous arrival there is acute disappointment Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 