What do you know of the pain in my heartit longs to go numbwhen the spring starts bleeding daisiesand camellias aboundI dig memoriessix feet…
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What do you know of the pain in my heartit longs to go numbwhen the spring starts bleeding daisiesand camellias aboundI dig memoriessix feet…
Will I keep finding youin the purple silence of sunsetsOr on nights when the skyis swollen with stars will I be swept awaylike a…
I used to be called an a l @ @ i _ e n-endearingly though-painfully shy with insanelyl o n g hair and a …
I caught the Crux last nightf o t n l a i gamidst stardust and ragingmolecular cloudsfor 20 million years we don’t walk under…
The comfort of a long relationship! A short poem dedicated to the love I found many many years ago at the lunch table in…
Rainbows can be so poetic. Everytime I see one, words starting forming in my head. Not rhyming words, but free verses flowing and weaving…