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The name of the poem iam about to drop is The search

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The past
Is but the cinders
Of the present;
The smoke
That escaped
Into the cloud-bound sky.

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Be gentle, be kind my beloved
For words become memories,
And memories tools
In the hands of jesters.
When wise men become silent,
It is because they have read
The palms of christ
In the face of the Buddha.

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So look not for wisdom
And guidance
In thier speech, my beloved.
Let the same fire
which chastebed their tongues
Into silence,
Teach us- teach us!

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The rain come down,
When you and I slept away
The nights burden of our passions;
Thier new-found wisdom
In quick lightning flashes
Revealed the truth
That they had been
The slaves of fools.

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Thanks for reading from the desk of Mr.Gossip James @gossipmill

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