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What I saw in StrahovA Poem by LilyViceWhat I saw today at Stahov: There was a priest not much older age than I whose beauteous purity caught my wandering eye. Within the chapel of gilded .. |
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The Essence of ManA Poem by LilyViceI idealized him for years the boy now turned a man but now I know the fear oughtn't I of had. I should have seen his sorrow written.. |
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Death, the FriendA Poem by LilyViceYou cannot be afraid of death my dear,to me my lover said.He is an old frienddear friend,who is with you long until the end.He guides you past the fea.. |
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Deep WatersA Poem by LilyVicea poem in need of critical review |
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Master, Vers 2A Poem by LilyViceedits made. Considerations and commentary appreciated. |
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The Potted Plant in PraugeA Poem by LilyVicea senseless conversation with the potted flowers on my window sill |
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The Sinner's HymnalA Poem by LilyVice1.we are that faraway placea distant landthe long lost prodigal straying home.I traveled from skin to skinbut never fully settledor colonized myself a.. |
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Colden DaysA Poem by LilyVicethe colden days take hold of me the wind caught as if a sigh nipping at my breast the winking of your eye as your breath holds space between yo.. |
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