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 [Inspired by Constantine Cavafy's poem, "The Souls Of Old Men"] One wing of the museum was reserved for Count Resmon's paintings. The... [read more] |
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Since childhood, I have loved Pascha (called Easter by some) most of all holidays. But only, now, I realize the dyed eggs, hidde... [read more] |
 I will commit thestrength of love in rose buds.There was an exodus of painLoud thinking. Yourfuture lives in your eyes. Deadmen start walkin... [read more] |
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SEASHELLS SCATTERED AT THE SHORE DO KIDS COLLECT THEM ANYMORE SEAGULLS FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND WAVES ALWAYS ERASING THEM SANDCASTLES BEING BU... [read more] |
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WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SHARE THOUGHTS ALOUD STORED INSIDE YOUR HEAD WHEN OTHERS ARE ALLOWED TO INTERPRET THEM JUST HOW FAR OR CLOSE DO THEY C... [read more] |
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To trample down and shatter my death by Yur Death, Jesus, You did not hesitate, but willingly sacrificed Your life. You laid it down a... [read more] |
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CAN ANYONE MEET ALL OF YOUR NEEDS WHAT ARE YOU LETTING SLIDE CAN ANYONE READ WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO HIDE I... [read more] |
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CAN WORDS STIR YOUR SOUL IN WAYS YOU DON'T KNOW OR EVEN UNDERSTAND DEFINITELY UNPLANNED SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION A SORT OF SEDUCTION UP... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to understand how the Gods… whether it be your God…or another knowing they could not be everywhere…. all the time…... [read more] |
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A mother is caressing her baby her happiness flows in tears… As she holds her daughter’s tiny hand, she kisses her forehe... [read more] |
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I REMEMBER A PATCHWORK QUILT THAT WAS NAVY UNDERNEATH I REMEMBER HOW SOFT IT FELT AND HOW SOUNDLY I WOULD SLEEP I REMEMBER ONCE FLOAT... [read more] |
 I had a dream last night A glimpse of what we used to be The scar on my heart started to thrum It never really healed... [read more] |
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When you find me Be gentle This fragile heart breaks so easy This sorrowful soul is slowly healing I want you... [read more] |
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TRUST YOUR INNER CHILD GRAB YOUR BLANKY IT IS PRETTY WILD YOU WILL THANK ME [read more] |
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Sometimes my handsarrest me at night. I talk to myself tomake me reach the soul.A poem springs fromthe pain of heart. There was nocome-ness.... [read more] |