Riding Winds of Memory by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion) In the bitter cold dark Riding winds of memory, A soft tender touch Lingers within. No more candle light, No more orange moons. No...
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Released by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON I blanket thoughts that may confer the ephemeral solitude of my soul, for in the stir of winter's breeze, my mind's phantom is released. On wistful nights under...
Ocean by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Like the sand that falls through my fingers, I assume that I cannot keep anything as precious as you. You leave and I die... you abandon, you return, I am the...
Our Green Friends by INGRID de KLERCK Tall tree, as you stand there motionless softly waving arms that wear the essential part of life on earth: leaves that contain chlorophyll, green gold,...
Ashes of Time by INGRID de KLERCK Soft sand caresses my feet, as I tread the virgin beach. Seagulls fight over a lump of bread; leftovers of happy souls who left their mark on my beloved...
My Black Dress by INGRID de KLERCK In the far corner of my closet my black dress awaits me patiently, never worn- for I despise this dismal color. No, I much prefer the cheerful ones: red,...