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poet

  • Thoughts

    AFTER ALL, IT IS JUST POETRY.

    Poetry. Sometimes, I forget the power that the beguile word – that charming devil – unbetrays. I forget, I forget just the miles that sleep beneath the ocean. Oh I know alright, that unheard…

    July 25, 2019
  • lyric

    WHEN THE WINTER MELTS

    . Someday when I’m free, I’ll blossom like the gibbous From the waning crescent face. And set my colors raging Upon the whispering world. . Someday when I’m free, I’ll cease to stare at…

    June 17, 2019
  • pensiveness

    DAUGHTER OF THE EARTH

    A wild rose in a sea of dead thorns is still as beautiful as fragrant // . Dead winter branches crisscrossed against the sable sky, marking deep cleaves in the solemn and dark heart…

    September 27, 2018
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