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A Poem by A.H.
I often stood by the window silland awaited till the moonmirrored her lynching eyes.The road down the streetalways wore the colour of black pearlthat ..
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A Poem by A.H.
Nature clocking on the tick of spring,I hear the cuckoo's sing,wind chimes jingling,birds chirping,and, never before,I yawned in reverie to the folklo..
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A Poem by A.H.
They trickled
one by one
incessantly
to fill
the abyss of pain.
I watched them
eye to eye
in hollow numbness
to fill
the empty pots
of se..
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A Poem by A.H.
Sunbathed in apple red,Clouds flavored in vanilla,The air smells of mischiefAs the parched rain chimes.O' the lovely blushOf the cheeks.O' the call of..
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A Poem by A.H.
in conversation with oneself, to question and reason out with your soul
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A Poem by A.H.
Sometimes,we get ballooned on fat airs offalse praises,we forget, it just takes a little prickto flatten you out.Sometimes,we walk too far down on the..
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A Poem by A.H.
how-things-can-go-wrong-when-you-least-expect-'em-too
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A Poem by A.H.
Don't wet your tearsfor I'm still breathingdown your ears.The lemonadeI drank for yearshas turnedsourer and sourerjust like the bloodthat turned a clo..
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A Poem by A.H.
written & dedicated to my dear little sister, whom I have seen growing up from a baby to a big girl she's now :)
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A Poem by A.H.
Nature-at-its-best, describing an early morning scene.. the harmony that exists around us that we miss to notice.
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