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Soft whispers dance in the cool night air,
In shadows where secrets linger and stare.
Laughter fades into a tranquil embrace,
Echoes of thoughts in a still, sacred space.
Nights wrapped in dreams, where the heart finds its peace,
Calmness envelops, and all worries cease.
Every moment cherished, in quiet we dwell.
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Bruce Lee and The God of War: Kuan Ti
It starts with love.. The Power to the God Of War and Wealth Walk into a Chinese restaurant (even in Oklahoma, USA), a Chinese police station, a kung fu martial arts studio or even a Chinese temple and you often see a red faced warrior holding a heavy quan-do (spear like weapon).
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Comments (1)
This poem is beautiful. Love your rhyming scheme, too.