The Hawk Gillis Poems

Is it wise to forget what is to be remember?
I believe not,
For memories contribute to who we are
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My soul longs for one,
With who I can relate,
One who understands,
One who does not criticize.
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I was a fool,
To beleive.
And so,
I was the one,
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As the sun sets,
The moon rises.
As something dies,
Something is born.
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If a shooting star,
Is really a burning stone.
What is a wish,
But hope in flames.
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