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Haiku

The frog jumped right
out of the water and
landed in hot lard

Haiku

Katten stryker seg
kj�lent mot mine f�tter
P� tide med god kos

Min lille undulat

A poem about the death of a budgie, in norwegian

Le bord de la terre- Mohamed Ali Yousfi

poeme

Quiz

Some aspects on cities. Impressions and thoughts of living in the city

REMNANTS

Remnants by Jo Salmoretti Original Poem

Yesterday's hearts once flowed free here
Living out lives, sharing
People places, held so dear
Family, friends, abundant caring

Old walls do speak, you must see
Beyond the darkness and empty space
Listen close that which holds the key
To its history, once full of grace

Time stops for one one, this we know
The sun will rise, the oceans tide
Mortality is given and then lets go
Even hidden among this country side

Remnants of once before
Cob webbed shadows, take in light
Broken stones still mark a door
and the souls that which have taken flight

Dramatic and Desolate, yet beauty remained
Against the blue-grey sky
Its proven existence, still contained
Marks to ponder and ask why

Why this reminder of shattered pieces left behind
It's here to stay, to let it show
Life was once, so call to mind
What shall forever remain in moons glow.
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Clear Crystals

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Title: Clear Crystals

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Release Date: February 28, 2005 [EBook #15209]

Language: English

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Future Poem

This is an animated poetry

Into the Twilight

Into the Twilight
by W.B. Yeats

OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh heart again in the gray twilight,
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.

Your mother Eire is always young,
Dew ever shining and twilight gray;
Though hope fall from you and love decay,
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.

Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill:
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will;

And God stands winding His lonely horn,
And time and the world are ever in flight;
And love is less kind than the gray twilight,
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.

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