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Home - a haibunA Poem by Lunaa haibun is a composition made of a prose section and a haiku. here's one about memories from my childhood :) |
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Heartbroken, a collectionA Poem by Lunaa short collection of poems about heartbreak (any type) - open to interpretation. |
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Pompelmo (rosa)A Poem by Luna"pink grapefruit" |
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La Metro di RomaA Story by Lunaan extended haibun analysing Rome's busy metro |
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Snapshots from an Orchard in Greece - a haibunA Poem by LunaRhodes island has some of the best citrus fruits |
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Rhodes (beach)A Story by Lunaa short memoir from my trip to Rhodes |
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HOME - a haibunA Poem by Lunamemories (and prospects) set in the beautiful garden which characterised my childhood |
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4/7/19A Poem by Andre PetersonPassion, am I conquer or a slave to it? Searching for starlight in eyes, but only the ones that blazes brightly in the dark. A haunting sonnet that .. |
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Our SkinA Story by Laura KateA short story / perhaps a chapter in a story I'm working on |
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Trying To Teach In Southeast AsiaA Book by Joshua KnightThis is an account of a journey within an individual, including hedonism, romance, and struggle to better the self. It is an account of the lands, the.. |
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TO THE MEMORIESA Poem by raj24TAKE ME BACK TO THE MEMORIES, TOWARDS THE BEACH WHICH WE LEFT BEHIND, LEAVING OUR FOOTPRINTS ON EACH OTHER’S TO WALK IN STRAIGHT LINE. .. |
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RealizationA Poem by MonicaA short feeling... |
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The PostcardA Poem by Melinda McQueenThe Postcard It arrived in the mail yesterday, today she holds it in her hand. Depicting a sunset on a Hawaiian beach with f.. |
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the sun to my sunflowerA Poem by Shya f****n love poem dude why not i love love |
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Even the strongest person needs someone at times.A Poem by OnlymeIronically how sad is depressionand being alone and lonely.Is that you really want to be comfortedand to be held by a fellow human beingto feel that h.. |
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The Best Day Of My LifeA Poem by jonnyraxaMy best day is only a day with one thing... |
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DelicateA Poem by Nikolean-- soft a whistle in the wild the soft call of a thrush hidden in the growth of the vegetation is your voice calling out to me. |
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