her day in the sun she is warm, and malleable as golden wax in the sun, molding herself to what she rests upon.
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Glory By Brendan Faithfull
Glory I find promises in man for the soul, for the manifesting of eternal praise up to a name and repetition of the being beyond
There is no way out of this By Martha Deed
There is no way out of this Music opens your soul you cry and ask why have I waited so long for this?
Elegy for Mother Nature By Sam Barbee
Elegy for Mother Nature I wait with a windchime, idle in wind: Tentacles hanging, each lifeline tangled As they shimmer, glimmer floating empty –
Phone and TV By J. M. Allen
Phone and TV When I watch TV, my phone is always in my hand. And every time there’s a dull moment, I do a
Two Poems By Dan Campion
Unfailingly One day in each October comes an hourwhen suddenly, through trees gnawed by the wind,you hear the trains again. The summer’s poweris finally finished when
