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Thrown
Maybe all life has the same soul
everything's a part of,
all faces of same one self,
everyone looking for salvation alone,
each one like a coal
thrown from the fire.
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from Harlequin's comment:
sparks, smoke, sighs, murmurs, mist
a sweet bayou of life
a feast...
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so are words
so are words
everything's a part of,
all faces of same one self,
everyone looking for salvation alone,
each one like a coal
thrown from the fire.
*******************************
from Harlequin's comment:
sparks, smoke, sighs, murmurs, mist
a sweet bayou of life
a feast...
******************************
so are words
so are words
Murambi
they say that he was free...
the one who has no no fence around his house is one who has no enemy...
and he had no fence around his mind...
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these lines are paraphrased from a book I'm reading:
Murambi, The Book of Bones. Boubacar Boris Diop.
the one who has no no fence around his house is one who has no enemy...
and he had no fence around his mind...
=============================
these lines are paraphrased from a book I'm reading:
Murambi, The Book of Bones. Boubacar Boris Diop.
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