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I wanted to build a stairway to heaven - a reverent rising to make life complete - but discovered the stairway was in my head; and I needed to brin..

A braid of wind and perfumed hair trails her as she happily swings. Her smile and her laugh - beautiful! She'll never know the joy she brings. W..

The sad voiced requiem

Far away within; a poem within a poem.

Suffuse me with stars and silver light.

When two are one; yet separate.

To open when you close.

Let me be that lamp in his darkness, the white ardor that shines on his skin, the one who writes his way to freedom as he follows each stroke of my..

There is nothing like the heart that loves with deep devotion.

You will never know what hides behind her eyes by skimming the surface and reaching dry land.