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 Nov 2016
mickaela
This is my sanctuary
a sylvan of serenity
(soothing my sanity)
my stellar solace of sanctity

my strange & soaring Fantasies
superior to Realities
(with all its sick Enormities)
I’d stay asleep for Eternities

Stray from society
with a sudden spontaneity  
To the sweet sensuality
Of a night’s serendipity
This poem was difficult to write, but also rather fun! I wonder how it would sound from someone with a lisp...?

Thanks for reading! <3
 Sep 2016
Aarushi Vijay
As diverse as life.
India is a country,
Where life itself
Is filled with life.
 Sep 2016
James M Vines
The leaves change on the trees as children return to school. People begin to put arts and crafts on display. A hot bowl of soup and friendly visits with a neighbor make the day pass quickly. The harbors are filled with fishermen tending their nets. The tourist make one last trek to see the sights. College students have returned to halls covered with Ivy and college sports bring rivalries alive. Not long from now, there will be cold wind and the first snow. It will be time to break out the fine china to entertain and look for a Spruce or lonely Pine to decorate. All things are coming together as Autumn comes to  New England again.

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