morning bliss
he opens his eyes, they sparkle with joyPoetry 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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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| i am | 0 | 12/06/2009 |
| these words sre for you | 0 | 12/06/2009 |
| dusk til dawn | 0 | 12/06/2009 |
| my emotion | 2 | 12/06/2009 |
| life is... | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| need | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| pain | 0 | 12/04/2009 |
| beautiful dawn | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| destiny | 0 | 12/01/2009 |
| lifes journey | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| dreaming | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| shivver | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| forget the world | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| do you know me? | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| morning bliss | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| out of the darkness | 0 | 11/28/2009 |
| life | 0 | 11/28/2009 |
| i knew you | 0 | 11/08/2009 |
| darkness comes. | 0 | 10/31/2009 |
| lost emotion | 0 | 10/31/2009 |
| out of the windlow .. a poem for my babys | 1 | 10/31/2009 |
| Out of the window. | 0 | 03/30/2009 |
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