Luna
The powerful moon
Wonderfully shining on
'till the end of time
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Seasonal Lust | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
Music | 3 | 04/29/2010 |
Said the firefly to the bumble-bee. | 0 | 04/19/2010 |
alone | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
ode to… | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
No time, love | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
soulmates | 1 | 07/14/2009 |
Inside | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
Us | 1 | 05/17/2009 |
Rebellion | 0 | 05/17/2009 |
Fading | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
Judgments | 1 | 05/15/2009 |
Witches | 2 | 05/15/2009 |
In Plain Sight | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
Luna | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
sol solis | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
The gateway | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
a new kind of love | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
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