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 عائم فوق الماء وهبيب الرياح في ساعديه مستقبلا حيث الشمس تضيء لا يرى غير الامخار سبيل دهن الرشاقه في جدرانه وبقطن و فتيل جمع الالواح وتسلك ف... [read more] |
 How has withered winter ebony branch become bursting wand of bloomed blanche? Though the kisses of the sky's rain dance and the wand of Sun... [read more] |
 Through the garden, This path leads Walls of flowers, All grown from seeds Pathways and tunnels, Every which way, Everything’s green, On th... [read more] |
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AMAZING GRACE The cloud which blocked the reveling sun became a rain of grace and in the barren winter tree has raveled to green lace. The s... [read more] |
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I just want to pierce it Right through my skin Feel the pain and blood I know it is a sin I thought my life was better, I was completely wr... [read more] |
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A broken laugh, A hurtful cry These tears of pain Are in my eye An unhappy smile An explaining frown A fake, fake laugh Brings me even more... [read more] |
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39 POEMS TO SACRED PATHS ALL WOMEN TAKE 1000 LIVES One thousand male arrows it takes to make one maid dandelion seed b... [read more] |
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Only the forest green fir and the redleafed oak did hold their leaves in the winter wild to make December's eves for the Baby more mild. Per... [read more] |
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The chubby little hand of the small boy .. tenderly cups the head of the puppy.. ..a magic little cup this hand.. which holds the liquid of... [read more] |
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It hurts my eyes to look at you. You burn so bright, shine with life and an innerlight; I did not know I had been existing in safe darkne... [read more] |
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So I�m a fool for you So what? I enjoy it Let me have my fun Loving you is easy After all Can you say that You have enough Love in this wo... [read more] |
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Lies bittersweet, Fall from delicate lips Deception, Obsidian sharp and Bleeding from Cuts paper-thin Let me rest Unwounded and chaste Fr... [read more] |
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Just one hand to hold and be held by. Just one heart beating next to mine. Just another body sharing the pains and pleasures this life brin... [read more] |
 Oliver, can you hear me? Come hither son, sit down Where be your scoundrel Fagan Is he somewhere close around? Come closer lad, come closer... [read more] |
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The sun at times shines The sky rains But we continue In our venue And regrettably our pains. We grasp at silken threads And try to hold fa... [read more] |