Poetry
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas Gray
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I'll tell them
I'll tell them it was one of those times I'll tell them the only reason why you and I wouldn't be Was due to thy I'll tell t...
Nature blessed
Sophisticated features Designed creature Nature blessed She is that kind one,the one they name… Tender touch Heated heart Sunny smiles She i...
Dancing
On the dance floor We’re all a bunch of artists Painting on the notes an lyrics of the melody while the heart beats Pushes the corporal und...
Monday 6 June 2011
Earth
Mother nature rains tears from her shattered sky
Blowing her
anger on land from mountains high
Her
happiness through sun from which she shines
I smell your emotions
You're the fruit to my mood
Ms Friday
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