just to blow all my troubles away
so that I can forget them for another day.
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with a multitude of expressions:happy, sad, delight and anger.The list goes on and on.Some faces hold frowns and scowls,while others hold broad smileslike warm opening arms.No matter where we gowe see them sometimes merging into one.Then one face out of the masseswill have us reflectingon a different time and placein our distant pastrejoicing that we…
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I hear the whispering voices
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Beyond the snow tipped mountains,
The guardians of winter lay fast asleep.The endless night has fallen,upon each sleepy head.The virgin wilderness lay silent,without a whisper said.A sky of many colours,stretches on forever.Across this mystic land,with its silent splendour.Never touched by human hand.A writer and a painter,recluse of I know not where.Find solace in the conclusion,that no one will intrude there.Mind…