Gray Snow | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

reef crag May 9, 2023, 8:56 PM

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Pure are we born.
White snow falls upon us.
Frigid shivers of our souls
Colden our taste for good;
It grays.

wheat perch May 9, 2023, 8:56 PM

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nice!!!

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Love it!

reef crag May 9, 2023, 9:00 PM

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wheat perch Love it!

Ty!

wheat perch May 9, 2023, 9:00 PM

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You're welcome!

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but everything i'm saying is true!

reef crag May 9, 2023, 9:05 PM

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Haha I'm not really much of a poet... only recently started writing some stuff. Benedictions of love are a consequence of sufferance; true poetry comes from the yearning of a heart.

wheat perch May 9, 2023, 9:05 PM

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not true

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poetry doesn't come from heart but soul

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it's your everything

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not just your heart and mind

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and it doesn't matter how good you are at it

reef crag May 9, 2023, 9:10 PM

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If the heart's desires conflict with the soul, then is there merit in your heart's dedication? Or does the soul trump all yearnings of a heart? What defines a soul? It isn't an organ... what are thoughts? Just synapse connections? Then the only things that exist are the heart and mind... the soul is a mere concept encompassing these.

wheat perch May 9, 2023, 9:11 PM

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The answer to every single one of those questions is this... Nothing in this world can be proven

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if you wanna talk lets talk in the off-topic channel

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