Loves Redemption

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    Loves Redemption

    In my life I have loved many.
    But now to my dismay not one.
    With a heart that overflows with love.
    Why must I now share it with none.
    As every creation is beautiful to me, as its life unfolds.
    Each as different as a field of flowers, that I desired to hold.
    Their beauty never faded for the fields were vast.
    Never a sunrise did I think I would be sitting alone reminiscing my last.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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