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Impatience kills quickly.Katerina Stoykova Klemer
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When you are here, God is near.Kamand Kojouri
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I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.Kamand Kojouri
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What happens when I love, you ask, does the world start making sense? No, my dear, it does not. But it won’t matter to you then.Kamand Kojouri
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Why this candle? Why this cake? The day of my birth is not today. I was born when you said, 'Hey.Kamand Kojouri
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You just wait. Soon, lovers all over the worldwill be reciting poems dedicated to you. This is my promise.Kamand Kojouri
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These poems are cupsthat I pour my life into. Here, Drink!Kamand Kojouri
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The only unchanged by psyhee L :-It rains it dries the world rotate They come and they go it's a common fate Human love is a colored silk , it must fade And even it's darkest of shade Misery and joy it's a constant change but Between sorrows and jollity something unchanged Nature, my love ; It remains the same.                                .PSYHEEL
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If your mind can move mountainsand swallow gods, Why does it worry with helpless yesterdays and unborn tomorrows? If it can vomit starsand walk on split hairs, Why must it follow the samepath to despair? Everyone will tell you:' An orgasm here is just as good.Kamand Kojouri
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All this waiting. Waiting for the rain to stop. Waiting in traffic. Waiting for the bill. Waiting at the airport for an old friend. Waiting to depart. Then, there’s the big waiting: waiting to grow up. Waiting for love. Waiting to show youryour parents that when you have kids you’ll be different. Waiting to retire. Waiting for death. Why do we think waitingis the antithesis of lifewhen it is almostall of it? .Kamand Kojouri
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Kamand, die every dayso you rememberto live.Kamand Kojouri
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Sometimes the grass gets mowedat the house where the writer lives.Christopher J. Jarmick
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We grow old judging others And ourselves Until life humbles us And makes scared children of us Longing to hold another’s hand To hear their kind words And witness their kind deeds done on our behalf. But like children, We sabotage everything For nothing satisfies us Until life crumbles us And we are no more.Kamand Kojouri
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Symphony of the airmy ear can hearmy only companiona rocking chairsilence is masterwishing you were here.PSYHEEL
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Free from ivory-towerthe pencil twirlsacross the footpathSantosh Kalwar