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Peacock

Peacock

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


At twenty a man is a peacock, at thirty a lion, at forty a camel, at fifty a serpent, at sixty a dog, at seventy an ape, at eighty a nothing at all. ..
Sandstorm

Sandstorm

A Poem by Helen Crutchett


Sandstorm You breezed into my desert life For a brief moment in time sweeping across the luna landscape of my mind A labyrinth maze o..
From First We Met

From First We Met

A Poem by Anna


From first we met,our feet were so out of tune.I know him still, and yet,our steps are not quite in sync.But I like to think, that once in awhile,we a..