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by Daegal
9 lines, 8 comments,
on Nov 21 5:38 AM
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by Daegal
82 lines,
on Nov 10 12:40 PM
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A little Finnish folk-tale.
by Daegal
15 lines, 3 comments,
on Nov 9 2:57 PM
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A poem written in Syllabic Inuktitut, Roman Inuktitut and English, respectively.
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It truly has been a long time...
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I don’t know what it does to me. I do,
But I don’t understand. The leathery
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Britannia rules the waves! Yet back on loam
English-made, the Irish forced from their home,
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As a flower so unfolds in summer warmth, / Let your crimson lips become enraptured by heat. / As a river flows more briskly after a squall, / Let your moistened breath become beguiled by surges. / Linger. Linger.
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I wonder what she dreams about, / Could it be the distance, or the warmth of an embrace? / Could it be my arms which hold her tight? / I wonder what she dreams about. / I will always watch over you. / I will ke
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For so long coyness o’ershadowed sense, / To feel the thrilling strikes of blood on bone, / To suffer the clumsy conversation, / For so long coyness o’ershadowed sense. / For so long we would reflect each other,
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My first poem for quite a while, tell me what you think.
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