The Wheel of the World by Jean Delville

O mighty Shiva,
The thought of thy name uplifts my soul;
The utterance of an old verse:
Om Trayambakam Yajamahe,
Makes me rise once more.
Come oh Greatest of All,
Purify my corrupted shell.
Join me in battle,
Destroy all that is vile;
Thrust upon thy kin.
We are trapped,
In a thousand year…

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by Sean Cheetham

So many scrapped ideas,
So many forgotten dreams,
Are we just trash machines?

Winter nights are slow,
A good time for all,
Some shiver, some exit the show.

Hello friend reading this,
Is there someone you miss?
Or have you found your bliss?

Tell me what you think,
Was this wasted…

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