Tagged: Poetry

musings
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The ivers Look o'er the dried river And shiver At sight of our market's dirty silver Bagged in the arms of the beavers Who become stingy givers Though patrol aplenty…More

prayer-candlelight
Poetry 0

Whatever the tide brings Hide my memory from weak metaphors Let the melody of my lines ache and soothe Those it will. As the floodgates of clauses Open in…More

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