Winners Of Poetry Contests
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She is an unplayed instrument:
a concubine at the west wing... -
it is just an empty page calling me
and poetry is born from this mistake... -
Old Glory is smartly marched down the aisle
when the opening ceremonies start... -
rivers bend the smell of
smoke and mash... -
My view
Earthy tones... -
She sits silently in
solitude, allowing... -
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Can I enrich the sun above,
flavor it with a taste of honey... -
Your heart is torn
in the beautiful mess... -
So much to say to you
yet I can't... -
A drop of water
unique in cosmos... -
A few swift strokes of my pen
create verbal ecosystems... -
Luna called to me, during a dark night;
The crows were hauntingly beautiful...
