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I walk down a cold, stone road,A lone traveler in the night.Yet, as the silence comesI feel others by my side.I see their voices floatingTheir words, ..
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Listen,Take a bite,Stare at the beauty,And an idea comes to light.The wonderful simplicity ofMusic,A muffin,And a rainy day in May.
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My breath has become cold,My tears of joys turned to ice.My body has frozen,And become paralyzed.I should be the image of beauty,The mother of new lif..
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The Eye of the Gods watches over us day by day,Seeming to show us two in the path of the lonelyand not just the lonely one.
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Winter is notA cold bitter storm,But a cycle of hope,For all, young and old.For every snowflake is a wish,And every wish is a dream,And all those drea..
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Here I stand again before your name with a bouquet of roses, white like
you always liked. There was always a fresh white rose on the kitchen
wi..
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George Farmer had always somehow had the wonderful luck to get himself into a bad situation. Today just happened to be one of those days. Just as he ..
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A poem is a unique art,painted not with the colors of the rainbow,but with the color of words.A poet, like an artist,chooses his or her colors careful..
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I can very clearly remember,The day I first learned to whistle.I was a beautiful summer day,And I just couldn't sit still!I was spinning 'round in cir..
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On rainy days,I stare at the pond.I watch the ripples on the water,As the rain falls gently down over me.With my arms outstretched,I feel the wind flo..
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