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She loved him. He liked her. She loved more.He read her poems. She listened: as he hesitated, then hastened.Time passed. The skies turned. He died. Hi..
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There are a million reasonsWhy I should not love youI could add one moreAnd they would all be trueThen I see the night blushAnd I hear the stars say -..
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If you found the wind's lairStardust resting in its wildSearched for the devil's sightSucked marrow off the nightWait a whileOne, twoThree…Clas..
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Let your guard upShut out the good, the badThe happiness, the painThe losses, the gainCut all cords, ties, bondsFamily, relatives, friendsLove, hate; ..
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When I find solitude,cutting night, like the Moondrenches the virginal spring,in its eternal thirstfor consummation -I find the whitely seasmoaning at..
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Her raven hair swings the windsShe is like the summer rainsQuenches the Earth, floods the plainsIn her coming, the cuckoo singsShe is pretty, the twil..
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I love you Like Winter Loves the Sun At first hesitant . . . Then all at once © Siddhartha, 2014
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Then if you look for me - I shall be long gone. Ash of a winter bonfire, Blood of an unburnt pyre. Rose of my heart; That blooms in spring mornings,..
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A couple of things at the start Some lines may rhyme, some may not But this one time, truth be told Whatever comes, is from the heart I write ‘c..
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A billion strokes of brush He made;The crimson Sun bled rivers of red;None could He ever get it right,Then You came, a Creator's delight.The mornings ..
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