Category: Poetry
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Leela
A chessnut thick wind sways through the room fragile elegant strides of willowy length supple graceful and strong shining inner light smiles touches softly open friendliness where a life is changed forever glittering sparkle hazel hyponosis flowers hang their heads in shame purity passes by and then gone.
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A lament for the end of summer
Why in August It just isn’t right The winds blow The rain falls The clouds shut out the light Damnit, September better be good.
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