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Sun resting high in thePerfect baby blue sky,Breezes cooling the airJust enough to createThe perfect climateAs the sun radiates it'sWarm waves of heat..
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I have poetry books,But I refuse to read them,I don't want to beginTo mimic the sacredScribblings of my fellow writers,I want to create something new,..
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You look at me,I pretend to be who you think I am,Mostly for your satisfaction alone,When something appears off,Though ironically I am not really who ..
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What's the purpose of it all?
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Aquamarine,Sapphire,Diamond,Sea,Sky,The wealth,Depth andBeauty of these combined,Could never compare to thatOf your eyes.
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A long distance love poem
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Short tragic romance.
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From an empyrean skySnowflakes flutter down from puffs of greyConceivinga soft pillow bed upon the landChill gently consuming every form it touchesSha..
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I am an artist.At least that is what I call myself.Others in my life agree greatly that I am an artist.Like Vincent, I paint.I paint.I paint.I paint.F..
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It is finally the time of year,When the trees catch flame,Gorgeous colors untamed,Fiery reds, dusty oranges,Lemon yellow,Time for scarfs,Rosy noses,Wi..
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