The Book of the Second Youth
Flowers in the Morning
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I have sharpened my pen, and so I begin . . . A climb to the peak of an iceberg. His eyes still gleam . . . His heart still pounds . . . Bones corrode in red rust Clairvoyance does not let the dreams live. This is a collection of the author’s poetry inspired by his life’s experiences and his quest to find life’s ultimate beauty and happiness.
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