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The river still rolls along the embankment,and the grass still grows upon the hill.The clouds, they come and they go, changingformtoform, until they b..
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A dream hangs. Reckless,nocturnal. Sunken whispersfrom within the midst of anempty vessel. Hefollows them there, stepping throughthe canvas, and measu..
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Sonnet
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There he goes happily beneath the waves,With the other fish reflecting the light-From his scaly skin he swims with his might,Without blinking an eye f..
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keep goingkeep goingkeep going keep goingkeep goingkeep goingStop.Once the world was thought of as flatand while this concept no longer applies,this t..
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I know this momentwill never bejustthe same.-For me anyway. And so she turns. Spring. Like agush of wind, or asidways glance. Not quite the danceacros..
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Light beams through windows ofan empty room. Thirsty wick.It seeks her grace asanother slips through the crack.Warm onto cold. The Rain slidesto revea..
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Evenin the Sun. Evenin the skies, even in flowersand intheirdisguise. And when they are noteven,even noram I.
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His handis here, beyondspeech or gaze. Beyond nights,and beyond days, his hand is herealways.
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As if in a split second your line unfolds,with each time a little less quick than the last.But there is a start at the end of this road,it's set on th..
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