Poems from roma_rao
In Stranger in a Strange Land, ‘to grok’means “to understand so thoroughly thatthe observer becomes a part of the observed"
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Bridges tumble before our eyesOur foundation giving wayAnd all that we cherishedIt’s been falling apart for a while
The water never...
Bridges tumble before our eyesOur foundation giving wayAnd all that we cherishedIt’s been falling apart for a while
The water never...
Some things in this world give me hopeWhen I hear the clash of voices speak outI am surprised by the peoples empathyJust when the bleak...
Taunt fingers touch the stringsAll musings of pain forgottenWeightlessly they float over and againIn a delicate repetitious pattern
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