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Fireflies glowing green beneath a blizzard of stars smell the night jasmine

I'm an old man, the poor, a small child an addict, governor, a prisoner chained the unemployed, a refugee exiled a soldier, coward, th..

I have sewn a golden field of illusions in the fertile black soil of ignorance. Under a warm sun of desire, watered by rains of false p..

Some things are more important than the body But what is more important than the soul? A question even for moralists, tangled and knotty ..

A poem like an embryo begins in the mind, more than often conceived in the blind. Created and born of a kind. Its nature set and define..

A caterpillar spins a chrysalis to be a new butterfly

From time to time, I take a walk back through the years. I amble through shadows of an old growth forest, down once familiar pathways whe..

A blossom forms fruit it grows swells and sweetens softens and mellows until it falls spreads its seeds out of rot new ..

I watch you breathing in the night I know that tomorrow I will not be here Now it's time to turn out the light I'll miss the warm..

You see how did our cow low and bow Ask the rat and the cat how she sat Can you see it's the..