Where have you been
the son of the wisdom
The home was abandoned in mighty old storms
Where have you been
the daughter of patience
The garden ran riot in ample old rains
The house now stands numb
with walls once adorned of infinite fables
The rooms now hold ice
with desks once so crowded of luminous thoughts
Where have you been
the heiress of insight
the time has grown crucial to settle back in.
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
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I believe that listing the quantity of ingredients doesn’t really makes sense with Indian cooking because what’s more important with Indian cuisines is your personal experience and love for cooking . My cooking recipes are written in a quick and easy format and do not follow the orthodox approach of presentation. Get going ….
I dreamed i could fall asleep.
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I create therefore I am.
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"You must believe: A poem is a holy thing_a good poem that is." Theodore Roethke
The one who has arrived has a long way to go. --Tomas Transtromer
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It was all fun and games, until the fisticuffs and shenanigans... -Deutschmarc
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" Personne ne naît en haïssant une autre personne à cause de la couleur de sa peau, ou de son passé, ou de sa religion. Les gens doivent apprendre à haïr, et s’ils peuvent apprendre à haïr, on peut leur enseigner aussi à aimer, car l’amour naît plus naturellement dans le cœur de l’homme que son contraire. " Nelson Mandela
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This is so full of questions and good descriptions. Eva, bravo!
Thank you so much Robin!