These poems are when I went to visit my friends Wai and Emma, August 2007.
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first time i saw you i was taken aback at the sparseness and harshness of simple faith
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first time i saw you i was taken aback at the sparseness and harshness of simple faith
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for all intents we are one with all at the centre grace of finishing our day
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noone belongs here more than you that's putting it mildly to name but a few
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This poem is dedicated to Ascot, and his beautiful painting of a trumpet player. the depth in the eyes of the musician shine so strong and
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Fortunate lives pass away their honesty onto others Mystics strive to alter perception of instant favours
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At the day of dawn, a rest of simple temples left.
Forthright answers touched the Godhead within -
After the day that ended my strife faster than pictures or sentences that splayed
