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She hunches, like an old woman,
drops the handfuls
of leaves and blooms and leaves.
No one comes with her;
it would overcrowd.
Alon..
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The darkest hours of the nightare those before the dawn.The quietest, too, are theywhen the earth gasps for a ray of light.The moon has fled, the star..
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I met you in a dream
ages ago.
You swept my breath away,
can I say,
I didn’t know, yet I sensed
you would be one to stay.
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I know it’s been forever.
I know you probably don’t remember.
But that’s the problem, isn’t it?
It&rs..
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The silver ribbon of the road
clings to the mountain's side and climbs
up, curling slowly, straight to the full moon.
We're bathed in..
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I love you
as the waves love the moon
(you make me aim higher);
as the moon loves the sun
(you make me shine brighter);
as the su..
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