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Whose woods these are I assume I know. However, his home is in the town; He won't see me halting here To watch his woods top off with snow.
By Seven Sky3 years ago in Poets
It was numerous and numerous a year prior, In a realm by the ocean, That a lady there lived whom you might be aware
Two streets separated in a yellow wood, Also, sorry I was unable to travel both What's more, be one voyager, long I stood
Beautiful ladies wonder where my mystery lies. I'm not charming or worked to suit a design model's size Be that as it may, when I begin to tell them,
sweatin’ in the heat water bottles burst with tears bluish witness – air * 11 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Assuming You Fail to remember Me: I believe you should be aware a certain something. You know how this is:
The symphony of the forest, a symphony of green, A symphony of life, a symphony serene. The rustling of the leaves, a symphony of sound,
By Deva3 years ago in Poets
A flash of iridescent green, A flutter of wings so fast, The hummingbird, so small and lean, Dances among the flowers, at last.
By Mun Tech3 years ago in Poets
In the land of sleep, where dreams reign supreme I wander through a world that's not quite real A place where logic has no place, it seems
unhooked dragonfly flits west, but on the soft pond the sky still dances
By Ari Gold3 years ago in Poets
As the sun sets over the horizon, I sit by the shore and watch the waves. The water whispers secrets to the sand, And I am at peace with the world.
Eternal flames that never die, The power of true love never lies. It burns bright and strong, A never-ending song.
