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Whatever

Whatever I consider important The trees don’t care. Wherever I shed my tears The flowers don’t know. Some days have the glitter of butterflies’ wings Some glint like the fires of Mordor. Some have the clear shine of truth Drifting

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A day as the lilac hunter

I am the lilac hunter I prey for smells of never-ending springs I hunt at dusk as I grope for the blue Forever…               Art by Vincent van Gogh.

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The Sun, the Moon and the Rose

I have the Sun, the Moon and the Rose The lake and waters blue which regardless of weather Gleam back the True.   The Sun…                     The Moon…      

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What friends?

I have the sun and the full moons, The air and the water blue. The memories of the sweet hills and the crescent moon keeping the vineyards in bloom. For my love I would give My hills wrapped in balmy

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William Blake’s birthday

William Blake: 28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827. “Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.” “The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.” “If the doors

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November English/ Preclude

Preclude = to put a barrier before; to shut out; to hinder; to stop; to impede; to keep from happening or arising; have the effect of preventing: …………………………………………………………………………………………………. He couldn’t be captured in a phrase Or one hundred… He was

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Dark winter

Here comes winter like a thief Stealing hope from the warmth of the placid lovely summer… We are left with the tears burning holes into souls We will always love… Dark winter…                

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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