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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…
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Seasonchange
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind.…
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True Love
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far…
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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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…
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Seasonchange
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind.…
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True Love
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far…
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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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…
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Seasonchange
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind.…
-
True Love
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far…
“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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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…
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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…
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Seasonchange
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind.…
-
True Love
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far…
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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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…
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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…
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Seasonchange
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind.…
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True Love
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far…
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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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…
-
Seasonchange
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind.…
-
True Love
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far…
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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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…
-
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…
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Seasonchange
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind.…
-
True Love
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far…
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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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…
-
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…
-
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?”…
-
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…
-
Seasonchange
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind.…
-
True Love
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far…
Seasonchange
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind.…
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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…
-
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…
-
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?”…
-
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…
-
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…
-
Seasonchange
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind.…
-
True Love
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far…
True Love
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far…
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Mariella Hunt
The Tearoom
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