Category: Poems
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To see the grace of old things new, I write Some basic lines with simple rhythmic thought: Oh, see it only as our source of sight, Spewing fire at the… more ›
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In the darkness, warm, My mind is dreaming, Drinks a thunderstorm, With lightning cleaving, With thoughts fleeting, Hopelessness fleeing Day from night reborn. Dryness from wetness torn. Waking up and walking… more ›
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This is the excerpt for your very first post. more ›
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This is the excerpt for your very first post. more ›
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This is the excerpt for your very first post. more ›
