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    Love

    Never knowing what's ahead,
    Almost like a race.
    Never knowing who will win,
    A slower and slower pace.
    Longing never takes control,
    Cautiously reach out...
    Never so beside myself.
    The other oblivious to my tearful shout

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    TheBean’s Poems (21)

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    Pain 0
    Storm 1
    Existance 1
    Bleeding 0
    Drowning in Love 0
    Sunset, Twilight, Night/ It Will Rain 0
    Silence of a Soul 2
    Pride 0
    Thoughts 0
    Fear 0
    Love 0
    Heaven 0
    Guilt 3
    Sisters 0
    Love as you wouldn't think of it 3
    Confusion 2
    Roses 1
    Thunderstorm(
    haiku)
    2
    White Tiger 2
    Mighty Mountain 0
    Sunset 1