Lovely sight
Dark pearlfound
on a shifting
bed of sand.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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Winter disrobes | 1 | 10/31/2010 |
Dark lair of death | 1 | 08/23/2010 |
Roberts eyes light up | 1 | 08/09/2010 |
Silvery white ashes blowing high in the sky. | 1 | 08/06/2010 |
Wait....Wait. ... |
2 | 08/02/2010 |
Realization of closed minds | 2 | 12/30/2009 |
TOUCH ME | 4 | 10/20/2009 |
O Savior Devine | 1 | 10/08/2009 |
Splintered | 1 | 09/11/2009 |
Really dirty person | 2 | 08/07/2009 |
Twisted Thinking | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
Heart Beat | 1 | 08/04/2009 |
Paralized | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
Lovely sight | 2 | 08/02/2009 |
Broken Mind | 2 | 08/16/2009 |
Sound of battle | 2 | 03/04/2009 |
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