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Watching how Payne Stewart wonthe 1999 US Open at Pinehurst,our eyes were like the two pansof a balance scale…
A poem
Amidst the bustling crowd,
she walks,
a solitary figure,
lost in her thoughts,
the having of not (is the want)
One day, That time of the day,Moon shines through the streetWith stars…
We all have seen dark times in life, some of us are in it now. Being passed through some dark alleys of life myself in…
Absence — a word dipped in sorrow
Your name resonates within me / it feels as if I am walking a path that I never…
Will you do this for me?
Will you do this for me?I can’t remember,Anything after it…