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Beneath the FrostBefore dawn / the sky is the colour / of opened flesh,

Dhamma Vicaya f/ Jamadhi VersePrayers leave your feet / With every step in front of you, / A rising sun made kaleidoscope

I HAVE BROUGHT YOU A WAVEI HAVE BROUGHT YOU A WAVE / she brings me / the sea to see

@donall-dempsey11

Blowing BubblesI remember blowing bubbles, winsome bubbles in the air / Enchanted by their beautiful prismatic hues / As they danced upon the breeze like ballerinas in free flow--

@kim-johanna-baker19

Eternal Flame of Soft DelightBeneath the stars, I lift my gaze, / to witness forms that set ablaze. / Their warmth ignites my trembling chest,

@Marwan-Baytie12

MYSTERIOUS DIARYAn empty house. / Open doors. / A broken windowpane.

@Blue-Sapphire13

For Blue SapphireSome poets arrive / wearing crowns. / They bring long words

The Rock That MurmursThere are tales they tell by the Rheinland swell / Where the cliffs stand gaunt and grey, / And the river runs through a thousand suns

For Nat Lipstadt "Poplar and Maple"Delicate poplar clouds / were carried away by the strong wind / together with the spinning wings of maple seeds

@Agnes-de-Lodz34

Indian SummerThere are summers / that arrive after the harvest. / Not true summers—

Poets Dont Write About Their Greatness BY: Martin Listowell HansonPoets do not write about their greatness. / The moon does not announce its beauty / before silvering the rivers at night.

@MartinListowell51

The Woman I Buried In MarbleWhen you died by your hand / I carried you into the mountains of my mind / and buried you there in marble.

Universal LoveWhat a wonderful world it would be if your beauty inside was all you could see Inside out ,all shown in reverse all that love put out for the whole universe

@sherri-woodman1

Morning Gloryfrom the sunrise she had no qualms in standing undressed amid the tall grass, picking cardinals and mystique lotus to place in her flower basket; a large brim hat, the gold necklace, and a serene smile is all that she wore each day along the brook as the master of the house took to work in paints. she always felt immaculate fun being this exposed to him. / "why me, and not a true model?" she sometimes asked. / "because none of them are you," was his simple answer.

@Carlo-C-Gomez3

The Vanishing Act (System Log)⭐ THE POLISHED SELF ™: “The Vanishing Act (System Log)” (part V) / [System Log: 00:00] / Initialization complete.

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DaffodilThere's nothing quite like the scent of lent lilies wafting upon the wind / Golden clarions of hope and faith heralding the first breath of spring / Flowering just to be, natural beauty free from both vanity and enmity

@kim-johanna-baker12

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Re: "me"A Saintess-stained—upon a layered pane / set before priory and austere eyes: / the shallow-sighted hallow marks the smile

Prayer For Peace (Om Shanti)***What the world needs right now is fellowship amongst humankind*** / ***And when the mind taketh repose, our heart's will once again sing*** / *Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti*

@kim-johanna-baker18

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Above Me, An Active Sky• / *clouds in migration* / *—a drifting pod like whales*

@Carlo-C-Gomez22

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jumping to falllove comes with grief / and that’s my quiet fear. / how do i love you

@mcdonald-tsiie36

RegretSince I broke your heart, / regrets eclipsed my spirit, / swarming clouds at dawn.

@lynn-stillman3

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heart set on pilgrimage; notes-i left footprints in places where my heart dared to stop beating / -i had palpitations but i never ceased walking / -i saw everything, felt a deep Light that became a beacon of the Way

@mcdonald-tsiie4

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