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When it comes to poetry let the horse run free unshod and galloping a thunderbolt ennobling the wind-whipped plain visible yet hidden..

The dimness of distance is the shaded underside of a soft petal closed upon time No more than a glimmer my recollection of purity sub..

What is the song that the morning bird sings awaiting her love from the mountain springs away and far her memory brings verses fro..

“Everyone is born a king but most die in exile.” (Oscar Wilde) With our entry breath a crown of light upon our heads Yet w..

She weaves upon her broken loom assembling strands of a severed cord unraveled at birth

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