Poems by Cherimari2

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  • After The Rain
    After the rain washes all clean...

  • Gathering moof-flowers
    Harbingers of my dreams...

  • Flowers bloom and the bluebirds sing,
    Earth's beauty calls to us all, on wings...

  • The gypsy, I think, is in all of us here
    Where poets meet and it appears...

  • The bombs fly
    a rain of fire...

  • The Gypsy
    (A few words to express a desire or flair I...

  • Why hide...
    Indeed...