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My tiny child of three months, almost four / will never know the joy of daddy's kiss. / Such pain to think of all the things you'll miss /
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Life is just a moment in time.
A tiny star in a huge, endless galaxy.19 lines, 15 comments, on Mar 5 10:14 AM 2007. In Spiritual
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Do our words provide for shelter? / Do our tears put food on plates? / When we read our Sunday Papers, / are we saying “It’s too late” / /
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He stands in quiet contemplation,
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My head is bowed as ill winds chase black clouds.
I cling to life; yet life is cruel it seems. -
Look closely at the morning dew,
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How shall I go, when I am asked to leave?
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In Merrion’s Wood I love to walk,
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How can I kiss a skin as fair as this?
a perfect peach not plucked yet from the bough. -
Why don’t you still love me?
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How will you be remembered?
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It’s just before the dawn when grey dreams fade,
my eyes adjust to focus on what’s real.20 lines, 31 comments, on Aug 12 6:09 PM 2007. In English Sonnet
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Take my hand, I promise you, / I’ll never let it go. / I’ll take you to a special place, / where tender orchids grow. / In forest glades, o19 lines, 16 comments, on Mar 23 5:16 PM 2007. In Love
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Come with me, to the woods again, / in April sun and gentle rain. / Let’s listen to that soft refrain, / The fairy’s harp you’ll hear. / /
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She started on life’s journey
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Oh foolish eyes, why dost thou search in vain? / Her laughter ringing still, tormenting ears. / Each second strives to pierce my empty vein21 lines, 10 comments, on May 9 1:57 PM 2007. In Lost Love., Sonnet
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This landscape that our eyes admire;
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Don’t offer words to warm my hardened soul. / No soft caress can bring me back to life. / I’ve stayed too long, with thoughts of death my g
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How silent is the night when I can’t sleep, / and thoughts retrace the paths of yesteryear. / Sometimes an uphill climb, forever steep, / I
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