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Song of Spirit
There is a fiery
sunrise against all
encounters the
hills has ever seen;
I remain behind them,
alone with the night.
sunrise against all
encounters the
hills has ever seen;
I remain behind them,
alone with the night.
Published 18th Sep 2014
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18th Sep 2014 7:47am
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18th Sep 2014 8:46pm
18th Sep 2014 7:47pm
remarkable passion in the brevity of your poem. that unattainable sunfire...
18th Sep 2014 8:46pm
Anonymous
18th Sep 2014 9:22pm
Nyce won
18th Sep 2014 10:51pm
18th Sep 2014 11:04pm
sunrises are fine,
but I keep my curtains
(hills) shut against 'em,
for fear of waking...
but I keep my curtains
(hills) shut against 'em,
for fear of waking...
19th Sep 2014 8:53am
That morning sun is a killer of dreams; curtains are a wonderful thing indeed.. :)
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19th Sep 2014 00:08am
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19th Sep 2014 11:55pm
The fitly firefly is a wonder of the world and I think they're awesome. Only light. Bioluminescence is bellissimo!
