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Gentle waves of crystal kindness,edging closer to my feet,as I laze upon these pebbles,smooth and flattened on their surface,by the power of the sea.A..
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Playing with haiku
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Attempting a sonnet
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The price one pays in life for loveis grief, so when it grips you knowthe measure and the depth of itwhen passes on another soul.It took a fall of win..
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Before my Father died,he combed beaches for stones.Picked for surface smoothness,colour or shape.I picture him in my mind's eyeat Anstey's Cove,pocket..
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Beyond this rain splashed window pane,my eyes are drawn towards the town,three storeys high and looking downinto the harbour's thirsty mouth.Low tide,..
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Father - Daughter
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