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Writing

loving hands

The thought of her embracing / Make me weep. / And sadness courses though my veins / Like Moorish stallions invading into new land She provokes my muse / Whose cold craving touch burns like hell.…

The Morning

O’ So strange the sight of morning! / When golden sun singles life / Where sparrows fly / Like Eden’s children flirting / With the limitless sky. / And majestic trees stand lofty, / Solemn and sta…

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