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In the heart of the forest, life thrives in abundance,trees stretch towards the sky, their canopies a verdant tapestry.The air is thick with the scent..
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Body betrays while caught in a tempestThe mundane morphs in peculiar waysA silent storm stirring within you brewsWith each surge, it claims a piece of..
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.By the cool, clear waters of the billabong,where the willows dip their branches low,we sit in quiet reflection,listening to the symphony of nature.Th..
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from a comment in response to “Dust and Ivory” by Molly Maclachlan.
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sat down to fingernail drum rollsstaring blandly at desk's habitatpaperclips give chase at loosenedleaves blown by climate controlsporadic demi-flight..
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In verses plain one seeks to findAn essence clear to free the mind.For words can twist and often bindBut truth remains in verse defined.In a forest of..
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I am your boarding pass,A gateway to endless horizons.In my codes and numbers,Your journey awaits - charted and clear.I am the key,Sliding you past ba..
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time’s a vagabond thattravels along bywaysacross life's big pondits ticker's a bicker--a nagging that's thickerthan freckles on a faceits tockin..
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From the rugged shores of Penzance,a figure emerges, cloaked in the salt-spray.A privateer, pockets jingling with spoils,his presence a mix of legend ..
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Scattered like starsthoughts glimmer:constellations of ideasmosaics of the mind’s workings.Words twist and turna labyrinth of meaningeach line r..
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