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Looking in your eyes
I see my own reflection
Delicate and new
Life so precious in my hands
Relies on my existance


My Epitaph

By Kumi William Du Bois


Sonnet XI

(Cold-blooded lovers
Hibernate in winter) 

Over his thatched roof, a repertoire of clean muslin and
Ice, frosted over, a black voice, who was so trumpeting… 113 more words


Sonnet X

(To write a secret sonnet)

The baby sits in the arch of a tree-bough and cries a sonnet
Loud, his mother hears and dashes to the ground in tears: 140 more words



A traditional ballad by Paul Burgess

While resting in her lover’s arms,
She whispered quietly,
“Wherever you decide to go,
You’ll never escape from me.” 297 more words

Immortal Verse