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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Sing
2005-01-02 - 7:20 p.m.
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I'll sing to you an endearing rhyme
Of childish dreams and moonbeam lines
Tales of woe, tales of hope
Songs of that forgotten time.

I'll give to you a moonswept kiss
A blanket of sky, a pillow of stars
I'll whisper to you of thoughts unbroken
And give to you my heart as a token.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave