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there in the distancehazy peak reaching for bluemy mountain to climbjourney forward andup a jagged precipicemy fingers bloodieddeterminationI will not..
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My mother's garden tells a storyof warmth and sunlight;of cold and cloudy skies;and of life, death, and rebirthas a testament to nature'sever-changing..
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You read me like a book, you say,to which I have to laugh.What’s there to glean from empty pages;don’t you understand?I’m a master o..
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As the Wheel turnsfrom Winter to Spring,there's an ache in my bones.They're awakeningalong with the flora; my soul,a bud on the tree of lifeunfurlsfro..
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soft violin chordsplay upon the aira lullaby in c-minorbut over the musici can hear the pitter patterof raindropsfallingagainst the windowpanein the d..
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at timesit speaks with the voice of a young childgentle and quiet andsoft like rose petals and just as beautifuland sometimes it shoutsits voice loud ..
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A dab of grey upon a canvas of white;slowly, a dove took form,hopped off the page, and took flight.And Sarah smiled to see it go.
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I see you, little bird,as you flutter in the brushon unsteady wings. And your voice,a tiny peal of a bell’s song,pulls with it the first light o..
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