Anne Young
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AncientA Poem by Anne YoungAncient Times, Ancient Places The glory ofthe human past Blocks of Stone Become building Blocks Mans unwieldy hands Creating delicate patterns .. |
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Winter is comingA Poem by Anne YoungA pale cheek glistens with tears As it turns towards the moonlight A gentle breeze brushes against her hair Swirling her lush raven locks with ea.. |
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The Calm During the StormA Poem by Anne YoungOn a stormy eve When calm comes to stay. There is a silence, a silence, That speaks louder than words It speaks of things that have passed And .. |
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