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The man who has come before, his eyes seek the land before him, the bright light he has seen before. The trees swallow up the valley below leaving on..
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We flee the surroundings we seek,the glances we watch,the movements we grasp only with our own hands.I see in you what you see in yourself,but to I yo..
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There is not one theme in mind here. Take of it as you wish, but be thoughtful.
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Play the notes,oh dearest of player!I come to see only what you give,only to what you see in them.Play the keys for me,oh dearest of player!I come to ..
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The man beneath the cape shuttered,leaving him frost-bitten to the nails edge.A small flicker of light shone out of his nearly detached pocket."Come n..
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I wish not but to tell you,I leave the canvas blank.Allow me to leave you and let it be so.You are the artist and let it show.I write but stories of l..
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A man stands tall,taller than the rest.His face the marking of a life true and dear,with the hope of beginning,the new life.His hand in mine,we walk.T..
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A beet red nose,from the underside of a dark sunset.The laughter of children half his age,the screams to endear the sight to behold.The clown stood,mo..
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A Second of Roses and Angels
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