Where is my land,
Upon which I played.
With which I sang,
Of flowing rivers.
The dust was there,
The dirt was there.
The insects of yore,
The leaves on shore.
Where is my land,
Which made me what I ...
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Eulogizing a brook, Tennyson wrote, 'For men may come, and men may go, but I go on forever '. Same can be said of a tree, though the sense of motion is absent in this analogy.
Like that tree outside ...
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Worries, troubles filled with grief; Can't I toss a & get some relief ? My life, turning into an unsuccessful tale ? Why is it going so pale ? In quest for answers, for solutions; I turn around, But ... Read More
She came to me
And I knew she was there
She touched me with
her trembling hands
And I could feel her presence
Beside me -
She had a pale face
With a wire like hair
She looked at me like a soulless ...
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I dream of the darkest night and a brightest dayBehold me and hold me tight until I fall on the groundReality is too blurred for me, I want to live on the cloudsI want to see what the ...
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