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I go through the day:
Highs and lows, ups and downs,
From one position to another,
Breeze and currents all together.
As dust traveling, as the sands of time
I drift with no end in sight.
Through the trees, hills and valleys
My location is never stable.
North, South, East or West,
Moving clouds across the mountain’s crest.
My mood always uncertain:
Calm as the morning cool,
Violent as the tempest’s hands.
Strong as a million, moving as one
Only because I will it so.
For with one strike I can all devour
Leaving man to scurry and scour.
To square one he returns
As I await the violent rebirth.
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NESTA
I speak both French and English, You should hear my French accent, and it’s pretty good!
I'm a cool person that’s down to earth; as long as you can hold a good conversation, and then I’ll have no problems with you, even if we disagree on everything, because I never ever enjoyed a conversation with someone who agreed with everything I say.
I am a very serious, strong willed person so when you coming at me come well but I can still appreciate a good joke.
I love to engage in positive activities and spend a lot of my time in youth groups, organizations and volunteering for the good causes.
You can visit my poetry blog at: http://jetzzzpoeticexpressions.blogspot.com
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Dear Hafiidhaturrahmah | Oct 4th, 2008
HI Delroy....
nice poem. I like it.
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