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Forest is Dying
Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is…
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Flowers In My Hair
I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still,…
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Resignation
Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my…
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The Legend of the Blue Lady
She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the…
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“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me…
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Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost…
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Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?”…
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Timepieces
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking…
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Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below’s crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An…
Forest is Dying
Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is…
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Forest is Dying
Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is…
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Flowers In My Hair
I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still,…
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Resignation
Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my…
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The Legend of the Blue Lady
She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the…
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“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me…
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Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost…
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Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?”…
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Timepieces
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking…
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Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below’s crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An…
Flowers In My Hair
I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still,…
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Forest is Dying
Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is…
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Flowers In My Hair
I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still,…
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Resignation
Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my…
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The Legend of the Blue Lady
She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the…
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“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me…
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Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost…
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Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?”…
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Timepieces
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking…
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Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below’s crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An…
Resignation
Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my…
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Forest is Dying
Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is…
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Flowers In My Hair
I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still,…
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Resignation
Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my…
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The Legend of the Blue Lady
She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the…
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“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me…
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Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost…
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Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?”…
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Timepieces
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking…
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Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below’s crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An…
The Legend of the Blue Lady
She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the…
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Forest is Dying
Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is…
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Flowers In My Hair
I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still,…
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Resignation
Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my…
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The Legend of the Blue Lady
She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the…
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“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me…
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Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost…
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Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?”…
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Timepieces
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking…
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Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below’s crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An…
“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me…
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Forest is Dying
Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is…
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Flowers In My Hair
I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still,…
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Resignation
Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my…
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The Legend of the Blue Lady
She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the…
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“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me…
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Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost…
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Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?”…
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Timepieces
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking…
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Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below’s crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An…
Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost…
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Forest is Dying
Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is…
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Flowers In My Hair
I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still,…
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Resignation
Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my…
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The Legend of the Blue Lady
She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the…
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“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me…
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Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost…
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Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?”…
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Timepieces
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking…
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Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below’s crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An…
Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?”…
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Forest is Dying
Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is…
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Flowers In My Hair
I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still,…
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Resignation
Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my…
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The Legend of the Blue Lady
She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the…
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“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me…
-
Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost…
-
Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?”…
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Timepieces
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking…
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Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below’s crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An…
Timepieces
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking…
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Forest is Dying
Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is…
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Flowers In My Hair
I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still,…
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Resignation
Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my…
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The Legend of the Blue Lady
She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the…
-
“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me…
-
Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost…
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Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?”…
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Timepieces
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking…
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Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below’s crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An…
Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below’s crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An…
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Mariella Hunt
The Tearoom
Mariella Hunt 