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A small bouquet of forget-me-nots.
Songs were her thoughts, and life was the music that held them close,Her eyes were dream filled, and glowed with the soul of a living rainbow.Where she wandered, meadow flowers grew from the...
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"Her dreams were crystal fragments, shattered memories she had to mend"I love that line in particular, Keith.It is lovely and fragile and sets the tone so well.Since you have one featured for today, I...
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Great poetry mate, will definitely have to keep my eyes open for more poetry by you.
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