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Steps.
This is the first poem I've published here and it's not my usual kind of poem, so I'm a little nervous.. Steps; blocks of concrete stone. Steps; on which I ...
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Poetry Is..
Poetry is- a vast galaxy; harbouring many ideas. Those who call to her are enlightened by many possibilities. The flowing words; stars, whispering and humming. They span over a cerulean ...
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T.
So I made a mistake;granted I know.The hardest thing I've ever done;losing you.I remember the wayyour arms caressed me.They held me close as I slept.Encircling me as I thoughtof all ...