spirituality
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The Hill of Crosses
This poem is inspired by a recent visit to the Hill of Crosses in Šiauliai, Lithuania. Ashed grey and weathered through Surrounded some century’s Past suffering not so different from our own. To come and lay a sign That love releases to save Black memory’s, solidify some erotic emotions alluring And then wander…
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A Curiosity
A curiosity comes And then it goes as soon as I realize All I’m curious about has less than an explanation No one knows what I desire to know It’s not for me to ask what or how or why It’s for me to do great, live well Then die.
