Starlit Woods

When just a little light is needed. . .

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Rain’s running rivulets
Tumble down arms and fingers
Dripping into puddled splendor

Does it take a piece of me as it flows

Laughing softly as it goes?

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The Passage Toes and trails and tides of time Cast upon a heedless shore Submerged till breathless Breaking free Released to try onc...
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High Flight — John Gillespie Magee, Jr Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wi...
After the Chrysalis

beginnings are such tender things newborn thoughts like gossamer wings hang inverted barely suspended infused with strength unfurl e...
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Sonnet 116 --William Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when i...
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Meeting and Passing --Robert Frost As I went down the hill along the wall There was a gate I had leaned at for the view And had just turn...
Deliberations

Do I dare to lift the shade, To find a slice of light? Or turn my back upon the sun Once more in endless night? Perhaps. There is ...

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