Poetry
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Sometimes, I look behind and laugh at myselfFor all the foolish acts I had put on.At present, I wish I could go back to the past.If only I could freeze
https://yuvoice.org/wp-content/uploads/2025/05/Sculptor.mp3 Oh, stone carver, listen to me for a moment, that your skills be blessed. Shatter my ignorance so my heart, hardened, may begin to beat. Remove the pain from
Don’t Stop Me Don’t stop me, Man, for I want to fly…Let me be myself, for I want skyMy aim is beyond your comprehension, so let me goI am restless
The sand beneath my feet whirls away,sweeping me off in a sway.On the floor, I lay,as my grief is in bits, gradually fraying. I stifle a chill as the breezes
the wind did not howlbut the door frame is loosevibrated and swayedlike the unhinged rusting tin roofand her anxious heartlike the approach of the windthe visitors seemed to arriveto test
Open the album to see your roots. Hover your petite fingers acrossthe beige page with the woman’sface you inherited. From full skirtof exaggerated hips in blackand white, to shortswith ultra-bright
