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by Ben Pickard
My muses are the furrowed fields...
by - Mr. Darcy
hanging, he plucks fruit;
spitting out the seeds across...
She sends a message
with breath blowing hot and cold...
by Satish Verma
Eating each other,
the survival instinct takes you...
Like a large, black,
stag beetle, you give a sermon...
by Larry Chamberlin
Clouds below roiled in waves like the truth -
convoluted, twisted, tricky faery gifts...
"Snow should be treated like wild beasts at the Zoo, observed from behind a pane of glass and never disturbed"
Embracing radiating heat via softened pale sand, blossoming relationships and vividly colored flowerings surround the mere thought of summertime. And in the distance, one may see, the warm merciful sentiments, for all to be.
' when i new day begins give thanks, smile gratefully, take advantage as if it's your last day'.