Washington, America<\/strong><\/strong> <\/p>\n1)
\n<\/strong>Put thy pen in a trance and feel
\nSuch is her beauty he craves always,
\nThy heart, thy pulse with her magic evermore heal,
\nAnd it leads thee to attain truth, to lead to the right ways.<\/div>\nHer beauty, the last words epitomize thee,<\/div>\n
And how does it bring this undying fragrance<\/div>\n
How does beauty the heart tempt and lure lo!<\/div>\n
What\u2019s sweet as mouthful of sweet words, guess!<\/div>\n
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And move to thy lots with post-ordained sculptures she carve,<\/div>\n
And step abroad on a journey with the light of her beauty,<\/div>\n
Thou shall not walk through the edges sharp,<\/div>\n
And thou shall embrace beauty and love as thy duty.<\/div>\n
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2)<\/strong>
\nWe shall perchance behold the untoward,<\/div>\nAnd we shall with our hearts forever long,<\/div>\n
We shall cross all things when we journey onward,<\/div>\n
And shall we hear the rustic song.<\/div>\n
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Shall we proceed to the best place,<\/div>\n
Unknown maybe the destination we choose,<\/div>\n
We are, I believe, going to be evermore blessed,<\/div>\n
And we shall cross through those hamlets we call whose!<\/div>\n
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We are restless, impatient and craving yet<\/div>\n
Of those remains, of those beauties such,<\/div>\n
Lost since millennium may be our duet,<\/div>\n
Shall we all the bands of folklore touch<\/div>\n
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Such hamlets, given the beauty they own,<\/div>\n
Maybe a millions of years or forever live<\/div>\n
Or shall they be all done and we shall moan<\/div>\n
The debris and the ruins of those still alive.<\/div>\n
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Our wishes: may it dwell till eternity and ages<\/div>\n
And be such hamlet, such beauty, never erode<\/div>\n
And may the generation to come not alone find in pages<\/div>\n
Their beauties, their elegances, landscapes so remote.<\/div>\n
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3)<\/strong>
\nI\u2019d consider him the oracle like many do<\/div>\nHad he with magic hand evermore perform<\/div>\n
The cure for all distresses and sorrows all through<\/div>\n
And yet with many god-incarnate forms or no form<\/div>\n
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The magic wand would work; it would guide<\/div>\n
To make a long way further into the deep,<\/div>\n
And further from the foam where truths bide<\/div>\n
And this life be forevermore inspirited and leaped.<\/div>\n
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I\u2019d consider him the oracle like many do,<\/div>\n
Upon this head would he the canopy make,<\/div>\n
And would he lead to attain fruition all through<\/div>\n
And in the darkness a light as forever wake,<\/div>\n
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Deadening were my souls, and spirits,<\/div>\n
And unknowingly they might not have touched thee,<\/div>\n
I would touch all the crannies and grids,<\/div>\n
And with thy love would I the world ever see!<\/div>\n
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To panic and be tormented and be led\u2014<\/div>\n
Who in his lifetime dreamed of bad happening<\/div>\n
And who would want to share the ill fate,<\/div>\n
O, the Oracle! Let this fate I do not kiss; I\u2019m a sapling.<\/div>\n
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4)<\/strong>
\nYou\u2019d not visited that place, those hours,<\/div>\nAdorned with patterns in the heavens and the flowers.<\/div>\n
Those moments that day gone by,<\/div>\n
Dreamed up, concocted and met memories do not die.<\/div>\n
For to shape a being and to form a lasting impression come not<\/div>\n
from something else until we have sought.<\/div>\n
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That place you visited gave ways to thought<\/div>\n
And many people would agree not<\/div>\n
That the place you grew up, you befall to encounter<\/div>\n
And the days you have fallen in the inhaling smother,<\/div>\n
People you met, the voice you heard, the sounds of the inner,<\/div>\n
Your soliloquies all counts; it comes as something finer<\/div>\n
To mold your life. It\u2019s baseless when you have not given a spark,<\/div>\n
and a life that owns its spark of hard work,<\/div>\n
You must all that have nasty stories shun<\/div>\n
And everyday through your aura new<\/div>\n
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5)<\/strong>
\nA great stride would he take,<\/div>\nAnd a lasting impression would he make.<\/div>\n
He would protest through rallies, sit-ins or march<\/div>\n
And would forever the right of life search.<\/div>\n
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No man has yet stood of stature,<\/div>\n
And\u00a0 no one has such status.<\/div>\n
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He was a man of letter and voice,<\/div>\n
Who would voice against all odds, and make a choice<\/div>\n
For a people and the globe eventually.<\/div>\n
He would die voicing, and voicing eventually.<\/div>\n
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A man who attained the last word as beauteous,<\/div>\n
And epitomized those whose voice against him were furious.<\/div>\n
A thinker of those days, whose legacy the world was learning,<\/div>\n
Whose passion for change as fire was burning.<\/div>\n
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Blessed be his soul and be rested ever in God\u2019s hands,<\/div>\n
Real in hearts, real in times, unlike graven images in the sands.<\/div>\n
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6)<\/strong><\/div>\nIf you won\u2019t at the maximum impart,<\/div>\n
Love that\u2019s in faith stemmed from the famous source,<\/div>\n
That, pretty telling, will change for better one the course,<\/div>\n
Through the heart, through the pulse and the soul,<\/div>\n
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Let it at the minimum be the torch<\/div>\n
To reach out to the everyday goal.<\/div>\n
If you won\u2019t impart love such one that creates no bound<\/div>\n
And ever as the swarm of seven seas abound<\/div>\n
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I will happily part ways with you<\/div>\n
Like the sun kissed morn dew.<\/div>\n
And always look out for the better in you,<\/div>\n
Look out ahead of the fields and shall find you<\/div>\n
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More of love, more of beauty, more of idyllic nature,<\/div>\n
And that day will be such a day of favor,<\/div>\n
When hearts shall be healed, pulse pulsates the blood of psalm<\/div>\n
When we shall live quiet life where our nature be calm.<\/div>\n