My Dove
My false smile, you turn awayThe true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Dove | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Everyday Hero | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Man Without a Heart | 1 | 12/23/2010 |
| War | 1 | 12/23/2010 |
| Light Through Leaves | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Little Bird | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Trees Entwined | 1 | 12/23/2010 |
| Cut | 1 | 12/23/2010 |
| The Breath | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Moment | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Forbidden Fruit | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Winter Rose | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| The Call | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| The Poem and It's Poet | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Walls | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Chasing the Horizon | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| A Casual Stroll in the Glen | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Troubles at the Tavern | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| City Noise | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Shade Above The Grave | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Your Departure | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Regrets | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| A Sonnet of Sorrow | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
| Our Symphony | 0 | 12/23/2010 |
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