Poetry
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Cracks and Holes
There are cracks on the internet Is there a hole in the alphabet? There are cracks in the ground Is there a hole in the Pound? ... -
I want to fly
I want to fly like a bird above the clouds, behind the rising fog and not be seen. Had I known what being seen ... -
Bloom Everlasting
softly the petals of a flower falllanding upon the slowly browning eartha chill starting to take hold in the airthe last vestiges of summer ... -
Platinum Moments
When you dipmy body singsback archesmaking my legs fall openlike butterfly wings When you dipmy body soarsand the soft moansescaping my throatis my call ... -
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A Beetle Called Bertha
I tip-toe among the little crittersThat wriggle and flitter Along our shared grassy track They like to stop and have a chat And proudly pose for a ... -
Bloom Anew
there is a crispness in the airfresh morning dew on the grassa scent of something warmer to comeand the scant songs of birds the ... -