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the rain was noncommittal the pasture not yet sheep the orchard just beyond kept apples in their weep then storm fell in inks the black & blue of sound and when it stopped - a language of rivers newly found
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The flow is one of rivers that cross the country's land and if your skies grow dim let me understand A breath that comes as flower and lost moons found in dew night fills the streets of Ganymede and I am lost in you
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#Dylan#Rhyme: Mister Judge and Jury Cain’t you see the shape I’m in? Don’t ya hear me cryin’? Hm, hm, hm#PoorBoyBlues#WitmarkDemos -
a ring forged from an oak no longer fits the hand how century molds a tree what erosion is demand the space left to speak shouts of open sky, shellac the wooden fables, teach the birds to cry
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A cry from o’er the field from quails minus one, a hunter and his dog, the morning - loaded gun A run to grab the bird, in drape of jagged rock, how long to make a bullet? what song to make a flock!
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A copper penny’s worth This memory is smile, The end fails to begin Yet still I float a while On the waters - gold, Your hands that held my face, I wonder now of love, Each poem's paper chase
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How did it find its way, where hope and joy begin, Within my prairie moon a coyote’s violin Softer now - the clock, and still the song, its notes, carried by the wind the sails of journey boats
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More Than Forgiven Plum-blossoms give their fragrance still to him Whose thoughtless hand has broken off their limb. -Chiyo
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It’s a small room, but with a big dream. a huge leap of faith for such a little team. it’s the first day of (hopefully) many to come.
#RiuhRenjana is ready with a whole lot of services, so call us and get some!#Rhyme pic.twitter.com/2ndd5xJRRn
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Today, We Come To This As if a saffron forest Lay within the hand To open such a gift As if the gift was sand Now sudden, ebbs and flows, In waves, the earth’s disdain, Today, what price my soul, When all is plastic rain
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Inhale or exhale; humanity always prevail.
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