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 Sep 2016
Autumn Rose
And that night, the wind
in the weeping willow
whispered the melancholy
song of how the blue-eyed
girl was gone...
 Aug 2016
Without sender
Admire the simple;
Appreciate the absurd;
  And rejoice in thinking.
 Aug 2016
Claire Marie
Of what do you write
If not of man's greatest hope:
That is, namely, love.
Man was created in God's image and likeness and thus man was created to love and for love. - Theology of the Body
 May 2016
Martin Majercak
The noise is extremely loud
Beating with my heart
My soul feels like it's on fire
 May 2016
jane taylor
age old wisdom
silently watches
patiently calling
waiting until
i am ready
to hear

©2016janetaylor
 May 2016
Little Bear
We endure the desolation so we can rebuild
and suffer evil in order to give,
shouldering the burden to lighten the load.
But only when we sacrifice our skin for love
do we truly live.
I don't know.. I could be wrong..
but I read your poem :o)
 May 2016
Louise Demetros
His eyes when they meet mine
Share a quick exchange of words
That can only be interpreted
By souls that bared all
Souls that shared all
 May 2016
jane taylor
i hear the loudest
in the quiet

©2016janetaylor
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