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Poetry is an act of peace.

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Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
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Doubt Inspirational Let Go Past Present
In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
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Beginning Dreamss Eyes Land Morning Positive
Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when.
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Arrive Poetry River Search Winter
I move in the university of the waves.
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Attitude One Liner University Waves
You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
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Constellation Couple Distance Night Stars True Valentine
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
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Attain Happiness Inspirational Lead Patience Splendid
I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
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Alcohol Couple Speak Table Wine
All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
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Convey Couple Goals Lead Path
In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
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Couple Kiss Romantic
I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge.
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Believe Destiny Emerge Man
What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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Autumn Money Yellow
If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
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Death Life Love Save
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
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Sad Voyage
He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.
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Book Die Finding Grace Himself Listen Music Rading Travel
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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Bread Deep Peace Poem
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth’s pure death the will to sprout.
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Cold Death Distance Earth Owe Rain Silence

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