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These moods are my own -colour wheel mixed into a mess ofstained yesterdays, smeared withthe terror of heightened fearabout the part of year when levi..
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time dips into April mists..as space forms til frayed in this place..and the absence of your gazing face..as we sigh in unison - wondering..what if, w..
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from another place, another time
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Three green counties kissedSung anthems to Sunday's blissMoth closed wings in deep prayerLast night tears fell fastMoonbeams wrapped arms, whispering ..
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Have you ever wondered why some spiders' webs are acceptablebut, others are not? Of course, that applies to so much, so many,so varied .. ..Silence. A..
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things happen that are meant to teach lessons but, end up causing such disbelief, seems the end ofthe world is rolling slowly towards a fall into spa..
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tis not what it seems..
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PLEASE ADD your choices of poems (with their creators). This isn't a contest but a togetherness in sharing words about the most powerful emotion of a..
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I want to lean a ladder 'gainst a sky,once grey but nowis blue as blue..touch stars made crystal pure an'hold but one to' feel a pulse;allow me namea ..
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Removed from wherever, dusted, polished, and, ready for whatever..
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