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- Shares The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
- The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my ...
- Shares Summer's Glory
- Summer's Glory Take care! Buzzing assiduous collector. Never deem it lasting the bloom in May. Closely behind thy flit petals wither, ...
- Shares Kahlil Gibran: Seven times I have despised my soul
- The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height. The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled. The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy. The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and com ...
- Shares FRAGRANCE SPREADS MILES AWAY
- FRAGRANCE SPREADS MILES AWAY Around the easy chair daisies are tipsy, Dews slumbering on lily. Beside the bicycle the dog is romping, Petrel skims over the sea. Woo..Fragrance spreads miles away. Cat on the hearth-rug, Lilac hiding in the mist. Spreading miles away fragrance with joy. Tra ...
- Shares Merry X'mas
- ridiculous. Now you play nice to me. Get lost. a whole family prey on others. Who should I blame in this fuckinguniverse. Yes, it's me. myself weak. easy to control. and a loser. this year is terrible. a real hell. open with an ironic and failed suicide end with a recognition of ...
- Shares Inclemency
- Inclemency ---Amara Dreaming, rhapsodizing, reiviving, immersing in thy heaven Weeping, murmuring, confusing there the heart thou stolen Seeking, begging, feigning now thy forsaken craven Spuring me out bitterly, sentient war is uneven Stabbing ...
- Shares Another November
- High in the azure and pure sky, Serenely the velvet clouds lie. Dazzling the ground shine off leaves die. And it's the end of November, Time for infatuation and sigh. The mem ...
- Shares To my mentor Mr.J
- When you born, the first thing you do is to breathe. When you dead, the last thing you do is to breathe. If you can control your breathe, you can control your mind, your body, and your pain. &nb ...
- Shares The eagle
- He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a t hunderbolt he falls. ---Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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