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I close my eyes and drink of the dark river of the sky
All my questions, hopes, and dreams, are drifting now
Surrendering on a l..
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Journeying
swiftly through the hills,
a green
country misted in secret forests
I rest
my head against the window ...
Swirling
lea..
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The notes of the dragon echo slowly,
strummed chords, ascending the heat of a marble stair
meandering
through jungles, for Mayan temple..
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It is a love poem that I wrote years after the actual time that inspired it. I'm not sure if it just for one person, various, or none, or maybe I'm ju..
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A poem inspired by contemplating Native American culture; specifically some impressions I got when envisioning certain elements of their spirituality...
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Of all the elements, wind, earth, fire, water connects most with me. It doesn't rain much around here, so when it does, it seems a miracle, a mercy to..
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A poem that came to me while doing yoga
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a poem inspired by a dream. It kind of wrote itself
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Years ago I lived just a few blocks from the ocean, and I could hear it sometimes. During a few walks on the beach, one day I started writing this poe..
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