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Waves of Poetry – We ride the lush waves of poetry beneath a creamy, vanilla moon. . ? Be it January, our love fashions it, forever,…
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The stormy sea Life is like a burning candle, we can burn brightly or we can fade away to distance memory. I told my friend, I am too old to… Continue reading
Lady of the lake I loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, I loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered a… Continue reading