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pinky
post Dec 24 2007, 01:17 PM
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QUOTE(noorie @ Dec 23 2007, 04:38 PM) *

Deserted
-Augusta (Davies) Webster (1837-1894)


No, mother, I am not sad:
Why think me sad? I was always still,
You remember, even when my heart was most glad
And you used to let me dream at my will;
And now I like better to watch the sea
And the calm sad sky than to laugh with the rest.
You know they are full of chatter and glee,
And I like the quietness best.


Nay, mother, you look so grave.
I know what you're thinking and will not say;
But you need not fear; I am growing brave
Now that the pain is passing away,
And I never weep for him now when alone,
For perhaps it was better--who can tell?--
That it ended so. I shall soon be well
Now that the hardest is known.


I am so much stronger to-day
I can look at all past and think how it grew
And how by degrees it faded away,
That light of my life. Ah! when I first knew
I had only been a plaything to him
Through all my loving, it seemed so strange.
If the high noontide at once grew night-dim
It would not be such a change.


I wonder I did not die.
Mother, I'll own it you now I am strong,
I used to wake in the night and lie
Wishing and wishing it might not be long--
Oh! it was wicked, and you all so kind,
How could I wish to bring you a grief?
But too much unhappiness makes one blind
To all but one's own relief.


I am not so wicked now;
You need not fear. I am hoping that still,
I am learning to lean on God, and I bow,
Yes I think I bow my heart to His will.
I found it a long hard struggle to make,
To clasp my sorrow and say "It is best,"
But, believe it, you need not fear for my sake;
Yes, mother, I am at rest:


Yet, listen, if I should die soon--
And I know what they say, though you hide it from me--
Mother, you'll grant me my last-asked boon,
That you'll try not to think it his fault, and if he,
Mother, if he should seek you some day,
You will not make him a hard reply,
But tell him, before I passed away,
I sent him kind good-bye.


Mother, kiss me, do not cry.
I could not keep from speaking of this;
It is nothing to say "If I should die,"
It cannot bring death more near than it is;
And I am much stronger. You shall not weep--
Who is it tells me that weeping is wrong?
But let me lean on your lap and sleep,
I lay waking last night too long.




QUOTE(noorie @ Dec 23 2007, 05:27 PM) *

I Find no Peace
-Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542)


I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
And holdeth me not--yet can I scape no wise--
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.
I love another, and thus I hate myself.
I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,
And my delight is causer of this strife.




Thanks a lot for both these lovely poems noorie.. smile.gif

"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Jan 5 2008, 07:52 AM
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QUOTE(pinky @ Dec 18 2007, 05:21 PM) *

The House with Nobody in it

a poem by Joyce Kilmer


If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.



Exactly what we would think too.. smile.gif
Thanks for the beautiful poem Pinky. This picture came into my mind, as i read this...


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After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Aldous Huxley



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QUOTE(noorie @ Dec 23 2007, 05:27 PM) *

I Find no Peace
-Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542)



I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,



Just beautiful !! Thanks Noorie smile.gif

After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
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post Jan 5 2008, 08:01 AM
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QUOTE(iiluu @ Jan 4 2008, 10:02 PM) *

"Only U"
While you are reading this poem , if someone appears in your mind, Then, "you are in love"with that person...

Poem .....
means.................


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post Jan 5 2008, 08:23 AM
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Sunset


Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.

leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Aldous Huxley



"Waqt ne kiya...Kya haseen sitm...Tum rahe na tum..Hum rahe na hum.."



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post Jan 5 2008, 02:07 PM
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QUOTE(iiluu @ Jan 4 2008, 10:02 PM) *

"Only U"
No one in my "Life"
But when i "Search" Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!!
No one in my "Book"
But when i "Study" Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!![b]No one in my "Game"
But when i "Play" Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!!
No one in my "Brain"
But when i "Think" Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!!
No one in my "Eye"
But when i "See" Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!!
No one in my "Heart"
But when i "Feel"Something,
Someone Come that is "Only U"!!

"Poem::>>>>>>:::"
"You are in love"
When you are together with that special someone, you pretend to ignore that person. But when that special someone is not around, you might look around tofind them. At that moment, "you are in love".
Although there is someone else who always makes you laugh, your eyes and attention might go only to that special someone. Then, "you are in love".
Although that special someone was supposed to have called you long back, To let you know of their safe arrival, your phone is quiet. You are desperately waiting for the call! At that moment, "you are in love".
If you are much more excited for one short e-mail from that special someone than other many long e-mails, Then,"you are in love".
When you find yourself as one who cannot erase all the emails or SMS messages in your phone because of one message from that special someone, Then, "you are in love".
When you get a couple of free movie tickets, you would not hesitate to think of that special someone. Then, "you are in love".
You keep telling yourself, "that special someone is just a friend",but you realize that you can not avoid that person's special attraction. At that moment,"you are in love".
While you are reading this poem , if someone appears in your mind, Then, "you are in love"with that person...

Peom .....
means.................



Nice poem, thanks iillu smile.gif

"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Jan 5 2008, 02:10 PM
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QUOTE(simplefable @ Jan 5 2008, 07:52 AM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Dec 18 2007, 05:21 PM) *

The House with Nobody in it

a poem by Joyce Kilmer


If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.



Exactly what we would think too.. smile.gif
Thanks for the beautiful poem Pinky. This picture came into my mind, as i read this...


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QUOTE(simplefable @ Jan 5 2008, 08:23 AM) *

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Sunset


Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.

leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.



Such a Lovely poem.. smile.gif

"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Jan 10 2008, 10:42 PM
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Untitled

Emily Dickinson

To die--takes just a little while--
They say it doesn't hurt--
It's only fainter--by degrees--
And then--it's out of sight--

A darker Ribbon--for a Day--
A Crape upon the Hat--
And then the pretty sunshine comes--
And helps us to forget--

The absent--mystic--creature--
That but for love of us--
Had gone to sleep--that soundest time--
Without the weariness--



Somewhere



somehwere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands


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"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Jan 13 2008, 10:22 PM
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QUOTE(iiluu @ Jan 13 2008, 08:38 PM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Jan 10 2008, 10:42 PM) *

Untitled

Emily Dickinson

To die--takes just a little while--
They say it doesn't hurt--
It's only fainter--by degrees--
And then--it's out of sight--

A darker Ribbon--for a Day--
A Crape upon the Hat--
And then the pretty sunshine comes--
And helps us to forget--

The absent--mystic--creature--
That but for love of us--
Had gone to sleep--that soundest time--
Without the weariness--



Somewhere



somehwere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands


e.e.cummings


Somewhere is very close to you just have to see with yours eye's in real world.........i think poem tell alot....

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"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Jan 13 2008, 10:31 PM
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Love and Imagination


Love and imagination are magicians

Who create an image of the Beloved in your mind

With which you share your secret intimate moments.



This apparition is made of nothing at al,

But from its mouth comes the question,

“Am I not your Loved One?”

and from you the soft reply”Yes.Yes.Yes.”



-Rumi-


Bad dreams

One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.

You’ll say, “ I can’t believe I was so asleep!

How did I ever forget the truth?

How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness

Are anything other than bad dreams.”


-Rumi-


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The Day Is Done


The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of time
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet.
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away


Henry Longfellow

"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Jan 15 2008, 11:22 PM
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QUOTE(pinky @ Jan 13 2008, 10:31 PM) *

Love and Imagination


Love and imagination are magicians

Who create an image of the Beloved in your mind

With which you share your secret intimate moments.



This apparition is made of nothing at al,

But from its mouth comes the question,

“Am I not your Loved One?”

and from you the soft reply”Yes.Yes.Yes.”



-Rumi-


Bad dreams

One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.

You’ll say, “ I can’t believe I was so asleep!

How did I ever forget the truth?

How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness

Are anything other than bad dreams.”


-Rumi-



Pinkz, I officially claim you as my soul-sister; tongue1.gif the poem selections on this page and the last could easily have been mine. You are too good. love.gif

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post Jan 15 2008, 11:28 PM
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If you forget me
-By Pablo Neruda

If you forget me
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
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In Spanish –

“Si Tu Me Olvidas”

Quiero qui sepas
Una cosa.

Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe,
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.
Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.
Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.
Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en ese día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.
Pero
si cada día,
cada hora
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable.
Si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.


Wouldn’t it be a treat for you folks if you could hear me recite that!

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QUOTE(noorie @ Jan 15 2008, 11:22 PM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Jan 13 2008, 10:31 PM) *

Love and Imagination


Love and imagination are magicians

Who create an image of the Beloved in your mind

With which you share your secret intimate moments.



This apparition is made of nothing at al,

But from its mouth comes the question,

“Am I not your Loved One?”

and from you the soft reply”Yes.Yes.Yes.”



-Rumi-


Bad dreams

One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.

You’ll say, “ I can’t believe I was so asleep!

How did I ever forget the truth?

How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness

Are anything other than bad dreams.”


-Rumi-



Pinkz, I officially claim you as my soul-sister; tongue1.gif the poem selections on this page and the last could easily have been mine. You are too good. love.gif


Thats so sweet of you noorie..thank you smile.gif i love all the poems you upload..


QUOTE(noorie @ Jan 15 2008, 11:28 PM) *

If you forget me
-By Pablo Neruda

If you forget me
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
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“Si Tu Me Olvidas”

Quiero qui sepas
Una cosa.

[b]Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe,
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.
Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.
Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.
Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en ese día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.
Pero
si cada día,
cada hora
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable.
Si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.


Wouldn’t it be a treat for you folks if you could hear me recite that![b/]




Lovely poem..the first one smile.gif
Can you Plz translate that? it is spanish right?i definitely wd love to hear you recite it smile.gif may be on hf radio? unsure.gif

"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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Thats so sweet of you noorie..thank you i love all the poems you upload..
lovely poem..the first one smile.gif
Can you Plz translate that? it is spanish right?i definitely wd love to hear you recite it smile.gif
may be on hf radio?
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No, that fits you more. smile.gif

Pinkz, please check the poem that's right above the Spanish one; both are the same. tongue1.gif

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The Morning Runs On
-Nicholas Heiney

The morning runs on,
a springtime secret through the avenues and avenues which lure all sound away
I sing, as I was taught inside myself.
I sing inside myself when wild moments slice some tender evening like a breeze that rattles gravel and digs in the dirt
I sing, as I was told, inside myself.
I sing inside myself the one wild song, song that whirls my words around until a world unfurls my ship’s new sail
I catch the dew and set a course amongst the ocean curls
The silence at the song’s end
Before the next
Is the world.

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