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Walking away, her back straight under the black umbrella, she disappears into the black coat she wore. Around her, the rain falls in sheets. I watch h..
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We need to say what we feel...gently, passionately, in whatever way is most appropriate!
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Where the sun sets and the moonRises to face another eve,Over against the edge of forever,Beside the door of night and day;Beyond the horizon...Where ..
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Shards of darkSlice across the endlessBurning brightnessOf a waning day.Blades of flameSlide behind the rosyWarming fleshOf shadowing fingers.Pools of..
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That bridge is highAnd built on sturdy legsOf concrete, steel, and stone.It’s topped by blue-and-white,The color of that sky,Wide open and promi..
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A moment of insight shared...
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Just a fragment...
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Playing with rhyme and rhythm, and having a bit of fun with content, too!
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This is a hybrid form, for which there is no description in the "Type" or Genre" sections here. Enjoy!
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When the hours turn tightupon the axis of despair,when bright hope trips upon shards of darkness scattered round -then you must turn around.When thorn..
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