Mike Winegar
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Her Violin Sings at NightA Poem by Mike WinegarShe plays softly by the moonlightIn mournful solitude surrounded by mistWith the moon listening to the violin's song.The notes caress t.. |
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Memories of AngerA Poem by Mike WinegarI remember like it was the day before All those clever, well-crafted barbs thrown in my direction. I remember the tears of youth unbroken by childis.. |
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Night of FaeriesA Poem by Mike WinegarA poem of the faerie folk at night. |