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Barbara Furlong/artist
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Strings of my heart embracing love for youAnd flowing within my blood is your thoughtsMy lips are hungry for the taste of yoursMy kindred spirit, for ..
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I walked within the shadows of the moonwhen I was as fresh as the midnight air~When love, mysteriously beautifulblossomed like the horizonwith a pink ..
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In the early morning mist, the cricket frogs playOn milky white lily pads, practicing their balletThe jewel wing damselfly, in a silken web just spunN..
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Artist/Karen Conine
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T'was a day without the warmth of sunshine,if she did not see her reflection in his eyes...She thought of him as a Prince Charming,upon a white stalli..
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Painting by Susan Moore
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Painting by Waterhouse
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I feel that time is creeping like a vine,upon the trellis of another day.Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;A red trumpet honeysuckle,inviting hummingbirds a..
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I want
you to feel the moonlight
shine
upon your hair ~ the way the sun
shines
upon the morning dew ~ melting
upon the..
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