Poems from wildwise

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poetry is life
what worlds are held inside a drop of morning dew? i clutch onto the memory of laying in the wet grass, squinting at those little drops....
the sandy shores are calling me. from my mindless toil, from my vacant lot in this buzzing, concrete kingdom - to the wind rushing through...
the stars twinkle for her the moon seems to smile at her gaze the sun is inspired to shine a little brighter and the rain softens when she...
the howling wind a blinding crack of white splitting through the night sky. stinging raindrops began pelting the ground; the small bird dug...
she blinks, eyes blank. crushed memories shards of glassy dreams. the bitter gall of disappointment chokes down her throat like thorns, and...

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