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They dream no more! Of change, of greatness They heed no more! Wails and cries They feel no more! The shifting tide They hear...
The un-spoken words, the language of love, flying fancies, dreams of a new life, childish desires that might just survive a river of hate...
There was a time when water was like nectar and the sky was the bluest blue. The storms in the desert looked as if...
Poets laboring both day and night Bristling verses a moment’s delight Lovers of illusion, courting dreams Content with hope filling reams A...
Bending words at will, my gift A pain, a promise, a poet adrift Catching worlds that fall by this rift Trying to ‘be’ before...