Meet me on the other side where as a rose I will wake
turn my face toward the sun and drink in the floral scent of dawn.
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I must begin again. It has been to long and there is so much to say. I am reminded of that moment where you feel the wave of poetry coming t... -
I feel the pull of the tides, the rush of poetry's song something new, something irresistible like a musical rapture. I drink it dow...
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