Poetry is a language Of powerful thoughts and imagery, it can strike in the heart of man, it can shape lives and actions. Then can it not be used to enhance to the finder qualities of man? Rather than providing shallow enjoyment? And promoting the baser instincts? If I was a poet, I would like my words To compell the soul, To pursue the true pupose of existence. Oh, what wouldn’t I give to go on collecting my reward, Beyond this life....
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posted by »|m|u|n|i|r|a|« at 9:54 PM
Those who need to know me, know me as I let myself be known. Why do you want me to tell you who I am anyway? It's your job to determine my identity: observe what I say and do...
2 Comments:
I was wondering if I can put your link in the Literature from the Muslim World section, when I put links up.
Friday, September 30, 2005 2:56:00 AM
sure; I'b be happy for you to link it!
Friday, September 30, 2005 1:43:00 PM
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