poem
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Of Spilled Hearts
Can,Can you?Can you see?Can you see the pieces?Can you see the pieces of my heart?Can you…
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Of Words
What are words, but an excuse for awakenings of sleeping minds,to hatch,to fly,To Be.
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Of Coloured Pencils
Pencil Poetry
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Of My Epiphany
A poemread out loud
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Of Heart Speak ii
earwax in my heart
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Of Heart Speak
This heart speakswhispering quietlymurmuringLubdub lubdub lubdubI wish I knew the meaning ofit’s repeated mantra…
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Of Vivid Dreams
I dream vividly,of,of, of,of, of, of,of things I cant remember,whose very meaning is lost upon wakening
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Of Smiling Suns
To illuminate your life is to, concentrate, upon the tiny little things, linking moments like rings,…
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Of Life In Waiting
A poem about waiting
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Of Rock, Paper, Scissors
remind me again which is mightier, the pen and the sword
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Of Rochambeau
Casting
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Of Silence
The image is of a sculpture titled Love by Alexander Milov from Odessa, Ukraine exhibited at…
Becoming The Muse 