Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
by Robert Frost
As you
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Poem
Who Said That Love Was Fire?
Who Said That Love Was Fire?
By Patience Worth
Who said that love was fire?
I know that love is ash.
It is the thing which remains
When the
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Reality Haiku Of A Broken Heart
Therapy, The Therapist And Me
When I saw my therapist on Friday, I said to her in a very aggravated tone, "I am sick and tired of the remaining PTSD
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It Is So Sexy – Ripe Plums Are Falling
I want you to feel the full impact of this poem written many, many years ago. Obviously, some things and concepts in life always remain true.This
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