Poems from ckelcie

Caught in the light of the moon. Down hillocks to a nearby stream, Where the silver waters murmur and croon In the light of twilight's...
Goodbye is not the end - It is just a resting place- Until we meet again. Like the nodding of a fragrant rose Its ruby head in Spring's...
Right now, In the still night I hear- the death watches Ticking- ticking loudly some ill Omen.
A falling snowflake Glistening, twinkling glass- Drips from off my hand.
Who will speak for us? who will know? The Dust of those who chose To fight for freedom and for liberty, All Alone. Who will know our...

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