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 death lies beath- less: a defenceless bee curled around it's sting killed by the Life that Angels bring [read more] |
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janke was presented with a silver gift by Neptune now he strolls speechless on the glistening sanddune mesmerised by this shimmering silver... [read more] |
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my day is everlasting opening eyes and windows and doors following the golden gossamer of God awaiting the winning wake of the cocoon [read more] |
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myths intercept me between thought and word i am devoted to the yearning of iris and the compromise of clivia my pain is not carried by th... [read more] |
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when we go away we shall return as nebulae in deeper dimensions of dreams we shall breathe our satisfied yearning through the leaves of eve... [read more] |
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ponchielli must have known something about the composition of creature and creation whilst time is gliding over seasons heart's passion sou... [read more] |
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the cornsheaf stays virile in symbolism the norfolk eternal in expectation the Star transcendent in realization: creation recreated by th... [read more] |
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early winter brings a patio without the bluegum without the zigzag of birds and the lacework of leaves may brings furthermore the deliveran... [read more] |
 Hold me tighter and tighter And dress me in your arms, Leave your scent upon me, Enjoy my feminine charms. I will feel lovelier than lovely... [read more] |
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Could you spare a moment to walk with me down my favorite street? Where sunlight glimmers sparingly it's warmth enhances sweet, the fragranc... [read more] |
 Ugonna Wachuku The day drags on slowly. But there are gardens and flowers to be planted. There are seeds to be sown for the ha... [read more] |
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Ugonna Wachuku Whispering waterfalls and streams tell me beautiful stories in my dreams. Silent hearts sing me simple songs of... [read more] |
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Ugonna Wachuku Nothing else but you moves my soul through life and clouds of beauty and joy. When the story of... [read more] |
 In this house of shattered dreams, collapsing upon us as if no one cared. Empty promises all forgotten it seems, we lost the love that we on... [read more] |
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net die bome kyk vir haar met deursigtige reënboogvliese gedruppel op elke blaar die vingers van 'n mosgroen varing vou om 'n kwetterende dr... [read more] |