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River of gold
cascading on green grass.
River of red
spilling on grey shawl.
Why did you leave him
all alone?
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Defeat---
a dark horse, always
haunting the future
with a death's head glance.
Spectre of failure
persistant, gnawing
at future hope.
Some seem..
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She is a twenty year old,
on the cusp between girl and woman.
Today,
she discovered,
up close and personal,
that the world is a scary place.
A..
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colors of gaeity,
gold, orange and scarlet
trees spangled in autumn brightness
cobalt skies above,
emerald grass below;
so much glaring brillianc..
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a poem of Theatre
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January begins,
time for a new batch of politicians.
They haven't even been sworn in,
and they are electioneering again;
no time to do their jobs,..
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A crack in the ceiling,
like jagged lightning,
emotions thunder in my heart;
tears pour down like monsoon rain.
Sometimes I miss you so damn muc..
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He built a beautiful castle,
set on a magnificent mountainside;
Furnished it with wonderful things
from all the world around.
Luxurious furnishing..
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WOTD #27
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WOTD #28
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