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I am the late hours of the night
A lily white moonflower -
You were beautiful like a sunrise
Cool and staunch like an old stone wall -
Wait for me.
I don’t know where you’re going, -
poppies
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Te Kanawa, N. Z. soprano, sang often in Australian vineyards, but not now. She is missed.
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Sometimes it's the ghosts
that make the best stories -
There’s a door in the woods to enter
All hidden by wild green rows -
Love…. My soul sighs it
But perhaps lust is as close as we can get.
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An' sweet country thought enters in / my foxed mind o'er wrought with doubt / my distant love untouched unknown; / afar I worship thee my
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when you hear the sound of the sea
may you always think of me -
by Calligraphy 31 lines, 1 comment, on Mar 12 7:13 PM 2007. In Thoughts, Personal, Society, Just a little sad, Angry, Wistful
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by almostblue 4 lines, 3 comments, on Feb 7 9:46 PM 2007. In wistful
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A short piece of fiction.
Oh, but don't we live in dreams... -
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