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Most of my life I've felt powerless, never stood...
small tiny sapling blowing in the cold, piercing...
..........Angels walk into our lives...
An Italian sonnet is composed of an octave...
and a sestet, rhyming cdecde or cdcdcd, or in some...
Poetry Challenge : Picnic Pleiades
PLEIADES - Only one word is allowed in the title...
Can you hear my thoughts
whispering in your mind...
Sweaty palms upon a waist
staring deep into her eyes...
Inhaling toxic pollutions
struggling for breathe...
I came across a picture of Christine and her...
that would now be the same age as my son brought...
You have been hidden in the darkness of my womb
I have felt your existence beneath my swollen...
Road to the unknown
our lives full of misconception...
As a teenager I remember the day
I got my first pair of new shoes...