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Poetry: words of the heart, to the heart. |
The roses are fresh,
The scent is strong...
A beating heart,
a flushing face...
'Twas one december 'eve,
the story which i relate...
Oh, to be relieved from secrets vast,
The happenings of a bleak past...
Love you from the early morn,
Love you from the hazy dawn...
Down upon the Earth below,
A single snow-flake floats...
We talk,
You make me smile...
We talk,
You make me smile...
This poem is the poem I wrote this year, to be...
Anyway, enjoy, and do rate and comment...
We are in love, you and i,
our hearts like doves, flying free in the sky...
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Friendship valued, Is friendship indeed. |
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People's hope may be misplaced, it may be entirely false, but let us not forget it is the mirage [false hope] of water which keeps a dying man moving in the desert. |
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How am I? Why, bluer than Stilton's finest! |