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Summer Solstice by I wanted to see where beauty comes from without you in the world, hauling my heart across sixty acres of northeast meadow,
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
The Messenger by The thing, he said, would come in the night at three From the old churchyard on the hill below; But crouching by an oak fire’s wholesome glow,
Beauty If something beautiful ends, it does not cease being beautiful... I am the dark side of twilight, A stormy existence, The beginning of great delight And
