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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

Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
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Attain Happiness Inspirational Lead Patience Splendid
My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
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Broken Heart Feets Live Misisng Sleep Walk Want
Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
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Ceremony Childhood Garden Wild
From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
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Establishment Island Roots Sorrow Water Weeping
Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
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Doubt Inspirational Let Go Past Present
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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Bread Deep Peace Poem
Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
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Lake Tears Wait
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
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City Couple Missing Night Separate United Valentine
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
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Sad Voyage
The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.
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Beautiful Book Come Learning Reading Ship Thinking Truth
So I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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Chest Close Couple Existence Hands I Love You Sleep Valentine
So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
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Ache House Live Loneliness Love Wait Window
There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
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Fruit Grief Hunger Miracle Ruin Thirst
The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
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Blue Distance Missing Night Shatter Shiver Stars
When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?
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Night Sleep Wake Up
Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
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Finding Happiness Inspirational Life Yourself

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