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 I wonder if the phone will ever ringMaybe I am on my own? I never realized that people had better things to do And maybe I can see more cle... [read more] |
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The silence is not really quiet and my words are not real My heart flutters and I am not really sure why Maybe it was London? I sigh and fee... [read more] |
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On this rainy morning full of anxious sighs and dirty laundry, my insecurities are somewhat confident (Don't ask me to explain the contradic... [read more] |
 Love is like the pretty flowers opening up to the rainy showers Blooming in a heart that’s true, I can now be at one with you For... [read more] |
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Betrayal of a former lover Is what I have come to discover Promises made now left behind He is no longer very kind Taking much and leaving l... [read more] |
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Here within my saddened heart, I seem to have lost a part Something is missing deep inside I wonder does it hide? Reflections on a troubled... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson Mom wrote and told me she really hoped I didn't fall back into a depressed state: "You have made s... [read more] |
 A lone soldier on a long abandoned battlefield fighting a war thought to be lost long ago Walk among the dead and wounded keep your faith in... [read more] |
 (for Deborah, inspired by her talisman turning trees to tranquillity) ... my hair rustling repletion my arms swaying cool shadows my f... [read more] |
 إذا الوجد أضحى مطمئننا ظلله الهوى و اسبل رجل من قيودها لهبي و أجحفت روحا من راحلها ? دوا صهيل الترجل خالفه صحبي غدوت مسرور الفؤاد من داخل... [read more] |
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هل سأدخل من بابك الشمالي من جنوبك الاغر ليس من الشرقية ولا من الغربيه البحر من امامنا و البر من أمامكي إن لم تكن سفينتي جنوبيه فسابحر من م... [read more] |
 CAT TV They watch on the window tv their favorite movie: "Flitting Birds and Crouching Squirrels" They hoped that two feet of snow... [read more] |
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Yesterday's sky was lit by a smile Evening fell for her word Little comments that light the stars Even though unheard No thought goes unr... [read more] |
 O Omar Khayyam, Come! Come, where are you? I want to leave the wise with their vice, Even if God blesses me with Herculean power, I do not w... [read more] |
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The frogs croak at night and the dogs bark, The owl hoots, the cuckoo sings while the bats dart, The crickets are heard enjoying their mirth... [read more] |