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from its dust my ancestors rose From its form my breast is mounded. I love this land


There is a brown patch of grass in the middle of a forest that was

You swayed side to side as the wind individually slapped each of your leaves. Were my thoughts running a marathon or was this a real battle between the unseen and the seen? Did your roots cling to the earth as... Continue Reading →

Recluse #1

Continuance is a delightful term Nature knows it so Two introverts sat side by side Taking comfort in the silence As the most philosophical of conversations ensued Continuance one muttered in a sigh Is a delightful term the other said... Continue Reading →

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