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To my loved man
The only man I ever loved
Told me the day
He was going to kiss the death
But I was too young
To understand,
Why,
And I did not cry
I was strong
As my grandmother’s song!
My old man is gone
Nor ill not sick,
As he said once;
“I am a spring tree
Waiting Autumn come”,
O man, my man is gone.
I must confess,
Photography
Is the true piece of Art
Of a laying soul in eternity!
Now I am alone
Growing up soft
Like moon light
Spilling at night,
O God,
My life is an empty
Dance floor
Kneeling down at heaven door!
O man, my old man is gone
Nor ill not sick
Just as an old black stick,
Gone,
Laying in eternity
His is smiling face
In a corner of my loving heart,
Free soul… blessing of heaven!
K.Sila
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John kariem sila
I was born in Africa but I have lived in Europe since an early age. My interests are human rights, culture and identity because I believe that we forgot what it means to be human. So I will leave here an open question for anyone to answer: What does it mean to be human to you?!
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Hello dear joy | Jan 2nd, 2014
Hello dear
My name is joy (single). I was impressed when i saw your profile today
at and i will like to establish a long lasting relationship with you. In addition,i will like you to reply me through this
my private e-mail box(joysamale197@yahoo.fr)
Thanks
waiting to hear from you soon.
joy
I will send to you my pictures in my next mail through this my mail
box
joysamale197@yahoo.fr
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