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If I Still Wrote. {poetry}

  The footsteps have faded into the crowd and throngs, The voices faint, I don’t hear them anymore. But if I still wrote love, on the pangs of waiting, you’d speak again. Sleep, wakefulness, silence — no matter — will be deafeningly alive, Of a hand held, of songs raw to this  ...

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To Take A Lover In The Fall {poem}

To take a lover in the Fall, When the sunlight slants golden Is ideal.   Tumbling softly, slowly Floating and falling with the leaves And landing in heap.   Autumnal in hue and flavor. Persimmon. Pomegranate. Pear. Crimson kisses on bare limbs.   To take a lover in the Fall,  ...

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