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Following your imagination is like flying. As you clutch the feathered wings of fancy Gusts of wind grasp you And cause your spirit t..

There is a graveyard inside of me Broken dreams Devastated hopes Murdered love Reckless hate rampaging in my soul Shame has crown..

Broken Bleeding Sorrow Keening I am left in winters brush Blanketed in dirt Thorns bite my naked flesh There is nothing left ..

Once you shined so bright I was blinded by your light But now darkness has fallen My soul is stripped bare The sepulcher of your memor..

Ode to Flowers I sing a song of love and admiration to the flowers of my garden: Lovely Lilacs vibrant & tame, elegant & wistful ..

A chill runs through me Piercing my veins Blood frozen and heart beats vain Coldness unfurled like sails on the sea Windswept in bitte..

Forever, forever hearkens my soul Timeless pleasure in paradise unfurled Infinite Unknown Eternal Beauty - yearning enthralled! Hollow..

Canst thou hear me when I call? Dost thou recognize thy fellow laborer’s fall? How and when shall records show Redemption’s ..

“But oh, the night! Oh, bitter-sweet! Oh, sweet! O dark, O moon and stars, O ecstasy of darkness! O great mystery of love, ..

2 My daily routine unchanged, I continued life as though Granny were there. I would sometimes remark in my mind the conversations we would ha..