daniel-drittoWhisper

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Darkness Beckons : a poem in the worksHear her words she who swims in the silvery light. / The night seeps in with a beckoning grin / forcing out the darkness within which burst into

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Mar 23, 2012

The PathA ripple in a pond at summers end. / A road before me of which I see no apparent end. / I walk this path not knowing what this adventure hath in store.

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Mar 23, 2012

UntitledI feel her breath upon my neck, my heart aches with loneliness. / I long to feel her caress which I must confess is when I feel the safest and can rest. / But my heart has yet to be found in the vast world.

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Mar 23, 2012

秋風The autumn wind blows and in everything it shows. / The leaves on the trees fall in the breeze as if they were dancing. / This dance puts me in a trance that lures me to dance.

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Mar 23, 2012

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