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| | | | | *** Books, books, books I have to take a look Especially books like these Leather bound, to appease The smell of leather, olden pages Full of some of the fond phrases A trip to another world As precious pages are unfurled A treasure trove of adventure The reader sent as the pen endures A person... | |
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| | | | | not as long or deep as the moldau but equally beautiful hauntingly so is the quiet meandering mountain stream below the overgrowth of trees seemingly unviewed by modern or mortal eyes impossible to ignore the enigmatic and profound peace found when wandering by the stream *** This post is in response to the W3 Prompt... | |
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| | | | | Lostin verdant green;The urge to rollin ground cover beds;To settle gentlyin an earthy embrace;Inhale intoxicating scentsthat draw eyelids heavy;Feel the whispering breezelull to sleep;Wake to sunbeamspiercing tree branches;Outshined onlyby contented smile. dVerse Quadrille #201: Poems ofPlace hosted by De Jackson. | |
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| | | Indian summerConquered by winter's resolveI sit quietlyWrapped in a woolen blanketWhile waves crash upon the shoreI rise from my perchA final walk on the beachLeft behind till springLone cold feet imprint the sandGulls cry lamentful goodbyes I pass through sand dunesPast sparkling freshwater pondsWild geese preen feathersIndifferent to the chillWhile I shiver in protest RDP... | ||