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If the sun
upon kissing the sea
paints it the color of fire
and the burning of its desire
blends the red with the black
and the blue with the dreams,
why don´t you kiss me, my love?.
If the sea...
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Winter has gone
at last into retreat
and spring is here;
The sky is blue
with little cloud now,
has given the Pacific flow
into Whangaparaoa Bay
its colour too;
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Hi, Mary Ann,
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How is our forest today?
The wind through the leaves
A moment of silence
A shuffle somewhere
A scuffle nearby
No! We relax . . .
Perhaps a bird,...
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08/08/2010 talawas feedback interview Nguyen Quoc Chanh Nguyen Institute on Congress and writer Vietnam
Hoang Ngoc - Tuan * : Today, 04/08/2010 , Vietnam Congress Writers Eighth taking place in...
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A Tempest in a Crackpot
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
A poke full of broken dreams, of schemes,
of fame fortune and worldly significance.
In a bag of...
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