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    Aristotle is one of the greatest students of Plato,Aristotle made a name for himself as a renowned Greek Philosopher. Aristotle was born in 384BC in Stagirus,a colony on the coast of Thrace in Northern Greece.His Fther Nicomachus,was...

I am lost cast away to dreams by the hammock of wonder, my soul sleeps yonder, wondering of the peace that know abases the hoarseness of my heart   and my spirit becomes Eden sunlight swims in it like a garden, the water, nurtures it and...

I reached for my cheeks and I reach for something more beyond the wilderness, a smile that cuddled me visits my heart in the truth of light where happiness knows no bounds   With my head upon your lap, I can hear the songs of the hail and...

My mind allows the power of question and my heart does it befriends, romping in the fields of life, the question brightens with strength, but neither the pendaciousness of mentality nor the mortality of theories can overshadow this gem of a...

She smashed my heart to pieces that's why she's my splinter queen, let my heart in smitherenes till my soul moan to infinity, and destiny shed tears for its unfortunate son   I faded when she said those sinister words my heart vanished, I...

My mind trails from an impervious nostalgia and now the relaxation of my days are haunted by a sleepless menace, the ghoul of insomnia, and my heart shriek deeply of all its wounds, a sore of defeat, a sore of dejection, my happiness was...

Wow! on this page, I first met her, where my heart was wedded by happiness, look how it outshone the sun, it could have been a luminary body for the universe, see how it was set free, reborn with the wings of excitement, it beat like...

Come into my arms, and you know that love has made you strong, then arms that wrap me around, cover you from the world's unfriendly winter; or hail or snow   come into my arms, and realise that you are far away from the world, hear my...

I know that lips that kiss and their yours, the honey my heart found embedded with happiness in the hive of destiny   Even the bees of turmoil make way for your royalty, the queen named sweet   If I had known nectar of rose to swim and...

When she walks, the lightning bows down, the thunder sleeps eternally and my heart beats strongly like the roar of a lion   Since she was the tempest in my eyes, she has sprinkled cherries upon my days, which are now a sundae of...

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