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The rain fell slowly
almost as it not wanting to,
gently calming the thirst
that the heat left behind.
She entered through the open window
sifting with her timidness
the penumbra now already cool....
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The teardrop,trembling irresolutely,
finally fell,
furtive and timid,
sweeping away with it
the many others
that were waiting,
heaped together and confused,
and the weeping turned into a sea,
sea...
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Visual poetry brings to life Maine's devastating ice storm in 1998. Residents often recall when their beloved woods seem to scream in pain as weighted limbs cracked and fell all around them....
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Giving what i can trying to reach my fellow man
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The forest of Alzuna hides a pool.
Beside that pool, a shadowy tree up-towers.
High on that tree, a bough most beautiful
Bends with the...
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A poem of undying love that perhaps most lovers would like to have, but only few really have, by Don Marquis. This is one among the selection of "Poems That Live Forever" by...
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The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;
A voice...
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