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Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.


On my notebooks from school On my desk and the trees On the sand on the snow I write your name On...

Dear Life

She looked for the more important man to help her, but he wasn’t there. Now she remembered what...

The Human Factor

He opened the book at random, or so he believed, but a book is like a sandy path that keeps the...