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 Aug 2014 Violet
David
whistling breezes
dream to me in gentle March
moaning their lost songs
copyright 2014 David
 Aug 2014 Violet
David
bliss (haiku)
 Aug 2014 Violet
David
carpet of moss green
'neath ancient lichenous trees
incense of cedar
copyright 2014 David
 Aug 2014 Violet
Andrew Durst
the only word
  that comes to mind
      when trying
           to describe my
          father is
              strong.

So it shook
   me up a bit
to see him
in a hospital
             bed.
My father is doing well! Thank you to all who reached out. You know who you are<3
 Aug 2014 Violet
lina S
Freedom is the stars and the moon to the night sky

and what it a sky with no moon and stars ?

Dark .
 Aug 2014 Violet
Alvira Perdita
Trust is a lot like a glass
Some take strength to break
Some are plastic and almost eternally strong
and some shatter into little shards within an instant
Can we pretend that it made sense?
 Aug 2014 Violet
lina S
Untitled
 Aug 2014 Violet
lina S
You can sense pain
on people.
Like the smell of rust.
 Aug 2014 Violet
lina S
Untitled
 Aug 2014 Violet
lina S
There's this tune
that only you and me can hear.
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