Não tem mais lar o que mora em tudo
AMOR, quantos caminhos até chegar a um beijo,
que solidão errante até a tua companhia!
Seguem os trens sozinhos rodando com a chuva.
Em Taltal não amanhece ainda a primavera. 76 mais palavras
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writing in north norfolk
In a world so conveniently organised
there is no need for charm or chat-up lines,
all the young have to do is swipe
and rate their lives on the number of likes. 226 mais palavras
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We are all poets and we know what a sonnet is. Don’t we?
Everyone knows that a sonnet rhymes, and there are rhyme schemes.
Everyone knows that a sonnet is written in meter. 344 mais palavras
Stony Soil Vermont
My neighbor stops by while I’m weeding my kale seedlings, asking what’s this? and this? and then stands where mulched blueberry plants edge up against a wild spread of field, heading down the back hill. 57 mais palavras
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Gathering just-a-bit-o moss
i. She asks: Why does the sky turn ashen in the evening?
I say: Because you have not watered the flowers.
ii. The Azimuth… 128 mais palavras
5 dias, 18 horas atrás
We will never be without a heart
We share one
The flow of love never disrupted
Time cannot interrupt its beating
Life is made of interchangeable parts… 48 mais palavras
1 semana atrás