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All that I see, on the first day of spring...
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A poem written for the smile in the night sky...
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A persons dream of the night dream...
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A lady sadly saying good-by to the one she has loved all of her life...and it's very sad.
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It's about a night by the nice pond.
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I can see the running water
in the river and the colourful fish
who live in it.
The faint sound of Blue Jays,
Robins, Ravens, and Woodpeckers
fil..
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For the golden heart cries with
the tears of the golden flute,for the
notes of wisdom and shame float and
flutter along the long and windy road,
t..
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Oh, how my heart is barren.
An emptyness, and hollow area
sinks deeper and deeper with in me.
Shall it ever rise from its depths of darkness and di..
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Who is thee,
that plants a tree,
so gracefully?
In the heat,
of the day,
under the sky,
for the birth of another.
To plant a tree,
another fri..
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Dragon polishes the
pearl of life.
The pearl that gives beauty
to the dark filled caverns
of mystery.
The pearl that shines and
shimmers in th..
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