Poems from wildwise

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poetry is life
what people said was never louder than the dialogue that colored my mind. it is always there. it always speaks without making a sound but...
at the frosty windowpane, a small fog of breath escapes the sanguine lips of a youthful, lonely lover.small drops of condensation form...
every three seconds, the faucet drips. it makes a small plinking sound in the accumulated puddle. there hasn't been anyone to turn it off...
fog: crawling swirling delicately settled on the old mansions and post-modern skyscrapers. early risers, with sleepy eyes and steaming...
lazy clouds scudded across the azure blue sky. the breeze left a lingering scent of sea-water, sand, and pines suspended in the air i...

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