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Once I saw you cry
with all the wild strenght
that your broken soul had.
How your tears cried,
stream of deep pain,
sea that distress stiffles,
How your such dark eyes gleamed,
without any...
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The flower of my thaught
will blossom,
sometime,
when the sadness has gone away
and this is how
I will remember you,
my sweet dove,
without the pain
that I felt upon losing you
and upon not...
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Behind the windows
the trees sway calmly,
like seaweeds
under a sleeping sea,
and the greenness
there of going to and fro
calms me down
and gives me hope.
Their large leaves
fan the air
and their...
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How bored
the afternoon is feeling
lost in the park,
slowly dropping
her handkerchief,
green lace dark
and refreshing.
Everything is so calm,
perhaps a little durment
with such a simple fragrance...
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Heres a virtual movie of the poet John Keats reading his lovely "Ode on Melacholy".
Please try my Dailymotion video websites where you can see the great poets oldtime acoustic blues performers...
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As a father, the messsage in Stand up for kids was especially poignant. I could never imagine my son on the street or facing the difficulties some kids face. I am proud to support Stand Up for...
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A game where the performers become space-time players
An experience in which action is developed by building a spatial configuration
A visual and phisical poem created throug an...
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The Rhythm of Picking Sides
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Circles of energy, electric anger in love…
The falling sky, ominous and foreboding presses gravity upon
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