Poems ✍️

  29.07.2025
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Author: Walt Whitman

Roaming In Thought

ROAMING in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good
steadily hastening towards immortality,
And the vast all that is call'd Evil I saw hastening to merge itself
and become lost and dead.




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