But say, we’re two when you shift for
That wide, to this scale of mind
Anyhow else, meet isn’t knowing
Better of both ways
4 of 28 lines in my poem
– © Samuel Sylf
‘You need one right hand,’ he said for a factotum
We stepped out into a datum level of the street
So the beautiful hustle explained
All smiles beyond impetuosity
Gentled scarcity by a personal artery
I was too deep on the trot to remember
Today was the reminiscent night of art
Roseate people tinged with the sky
– 21 August 2014 © Samuel Sylf
Hands on the contrary,
nobody knows but a stereotype,
before it’s tried out with own bare hands.
A scientist, human being, nature
– they mean the same in this instance.
Life is an on-going process of new classics.
But think of the life-enduring side,
how this process could prominently
continue through a rosy midway…,
descended from two canyon-sides,
as it’s our planet, not a certain,
but all we learn between.
Only love, and only if a being was
value–for own’s origin
An axiom, there’s others,
There’s no ‘If not’,
I’d take it as ‘humanity reservedly lives
without a classic.’
You should read, get inspired,
get better by a classic,
with respect to perspective
life that was lived
as the originelli
– © samuel sylf
Demand is fulfilled by an answer:
Content with an angle for mood,
whose wings are broken,
only while one’s bares
need a good decision,
characteristic stories, base.
The matter you receive by the fountainhead,
if cringed at, decision hand in hand.
I’d wish to keep the affectionate realm,
so purely, that your decision into is free.
For you, the way happens deservingly.
– © Samuel Sylf
A mien when I say hi.
That was the only fountain
Shore had risen up to drink…
My eyes’ tide for the whirlpool *
3 of 25 lines in my poem *
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