Works of Monk Alviss, the Poor Toman

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Silence, the lonely sound

Why is it so profound?

Memories , the record of the mind

Why are they so unkind?

Death, the call of each being

Why is it so sickening?

Silence, the sweet sound

Why does it not resound

Memories, the soulful photo

Why do they bring joy?

Death, the mercy of God

Why does it seem so far?

- Alviss, The Duality of Life

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Is it a pain to go on?

Life is so filled with dryness. 

Where do I go, when nothing pushes. 

Lost in a maze of thorns. 

What is safe anymore? 

Rending to this mind, can it be any better? 

Unable to be free.

Unable to express fully. 

Why is the truth so hard?

-Alviss, Unended

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