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writinginnorthnorfolk.com
A stone is a stone.it's reached its final form,it's shrunk, it hasn't grownor gathered any moss, as long as it keeps rolling down an incline of some sort, unaltered, hard, solid, limestone, sandstone, marble, granite, a part of the Earth's crust.Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2025 It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, with... |
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rugby843.blog
*** A vista of rain soaked drooping garden roses brings to mind the days I planted them, with the hope or maybe it was a promise, they would rise and flourish. The silver droplets ceasing, blurring my sight, as if my aging orbs are not the reason I cannot see clearly through the glass. "The... |
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judydykstrabrown.com
EMPTY HEARTED All those long years ago, it was you who begged me to give you a chance to prove how much you loved me. In the end, I did, opening my heart against the advice of everyone we knew. And when I surrendered that very last part of it, opening myself fully, you proved... |
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paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com
The Oxbow by Thomas Cole When silence is drowned by brash noise and soundin nature's lap inner peace can be foundif mind wallows in the shallows of din'tis best then to retreat withindawdling by the silvery whispering rivermy burdened heart at quietude quiversbathed in the dappled moonlight she glistensmurmuring lullabies to anyone who would listengentle... |
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