Poetry for Mother Nature.

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Please play me the waltz of the angels..

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The road not taken, by Robert Frost and Poetry for living.

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Brick, upon another brick..

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She remembers.

Originally posted on A writers' Achilles heel:
who sees me and sees me? who here has the eyes to embrace me? am i dead to you and is my death justified in the…

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The Love Frangments

Originally posted on Counter-catechisms:
The rabbi took his book with himout on the lake…a few loose pageswere later found floating on the water;so far, this much has been deciphered: frag.1 If both of…

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Like a river, going to the sea..

Like a river, going to the sea… I am following the moving river and I can smell the sea in the air. I decided I was a prisoner in a mess-up prison. I… Continue reading

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Old love..

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The Village

Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady..

Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady.. My lovely lady lay in sweet slumber and I whispered into her ear. You are my morning blessing, my daytime kindness and my midnight cherish… Continue reading

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