deborah-birch

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Autumn Train (A Sonnet)One day I rode upon an Autumn train. / The sky was slate, the wind was cold and blue. / I saw stark
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MiscommunicationLicking lips and tasting purple fingertips, / we paused to sensually share from each. / You,with you
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The Linden Tree (A Ballade -French Form)As far back as the middle age, / then, Europe planted for our good; / directed wisely by the sage, /
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When the Little Sparrow Sings (a poem for Edith Piaf)Tears from dusky lowered lids / crystallize and scintillate in the / flames of the guttering candles
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December 31st (A Sonnet) 2In these dark days the bleak December sun, / rises tired, the more to lie down drear. / By rain, or
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A Shy SonnetThroughout my life I've pledged to make you mine. / As if, by wish, this vow would then come true. /
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December 31st First VersionIn the bleak December cold, / when the lights of Christmas have gone out, / a frozen emptiness gathe
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The Child of the Mountain (A Sonnet)The clouds curl over mountains cold and blue / and rains hiss whispers back to thunder's speak; / so
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The TempestI was walking on a winter's day / It was cold, and I was lonely / Wind to blow all thoughts away / .
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A Quality of CrowsMy love is ethereal, unknown. / Magical, but true. / Genderless and fathomless; / my one and only yo
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