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Today burst from the East,
Shinning on diamonds,
Glistening in the brightness
Of white flurries...there
In place of white narcissus,
White olean..
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There is a song
The night sings different than
Any other refrain.
There is a night touch on
Your skin,
Different from any other hand.
There is ..
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We are formed
From each others rib,
And don't know it.
Fashioned from each others
Blood and being
And don't recognize
Our contribution...or the..
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I borrowed your image late last night...I hope you don’t mind.I reached out and gently laid it acrossthe backside of my eyes;lids aglow with the..
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every now and then one escapes the war and finds release in Switzerland
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I watched youwhile you slept.Your fluttering eyesdancing in rhythmto the TV light.Lids draped overyour secrets...but not so tightlyin the blinking lig..
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reflections on the circle of life
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Isn't everything in life a dance of dichotomy, seeking balance?
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Strangers souls braidedlike childhoodwith knots of knowing;Did we pass somewhere, sometime,strangers in the night,Did I brush against you in a crowdan..
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I used to write poems in the dark of night;passion, soul and seeking.Deep in a galaxy of wordand dream....my twinkling hand a vehicle,forward its traj..
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