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The soul has an air
Of joy and sadness,
I am the movement
Of will within it,
A mystery of life,
A flow of emotions,
A long way
From primitivity
To perfection.
While the gunas rotate,
I am the voice of wisdom
Within a human being.
Марина
My poetry doesn't reflect my feelings.
It mostly stems from observation and communication with the others and sometimes from long days of readin
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