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There's a world inside;
I turned the key and out poured...
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12th November, 2015.
I am a writer who...
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Those sunflowers bring resonance:
your voice, March, pine trees...
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The suspense that filled
me, when I would wait...
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I was never good at this...
saying words I can't feel...
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A Poet's inquiry
When you write your Prose do you hold your nose or...
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Drain your words of their nectar
And fill up my cup once more...
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Iris pools filled burgundy lips
with bitter taste of summer salt...
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Hard to believe
ten years have passed...
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Wearily little sparks of life flutter
Into the great abyss - chasing away...
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I Can
(13)
6 by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist
I have failed a hundred times of my career
But I will never stop, never tired to stand still...
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Across the ice she slices gracefully,
Just like a ballerina on the stage...