Martin Brits

I wander, wondering the fool that was me

clowning around in a thought of love,

her sweet embrace on my mind,

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Struggling against the mundane and masks we wear,

the pure and eloquent alike fail the art of forgetting,

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“The Willing Spirit”

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"I know a man who lived in fear

behind his house a secret place,

he built the high wall of safety

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Black magic coffee beans growing in rows

Goodness knows how long must we wait,

For a season of rain and sun in the breeze

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The hours measured in solitude

my pride a positive evaluation

expressed in these emotions,

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