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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry: February 2011
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry. A good read a day, keeps the doldrums away. Wednesday, February 16, 2011. Daylight comes through windows shut against it, as reality comes through dreams barred against it, and I come into the new day - a chance once more to play this dangerous game of life. Shall I win? But you will know that I have played. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Study of a Tombstone Angel. I See the Bridge. The Finger of God. Sticks. and thoughts. The Book Of Fragments. Enter your search terms.
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry: That's January
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry. A good read a day, keeps the doldrums away. Wednesday, January 26, 2011. She chills your bones. A piping hot cup of cafe avec du chocolat. I love January, cause she's my girl,. She brought me into this world,. A road that leads to Ms. Feburary's house. A winter wonder land in that Piney wood. She'll send a gust of wind to smack your face,. Sit you down in front of that big warm fire,. Driving in the snow, trying to figure out where to go,. I like your poem!
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry. A good read a day, keeps the doldrums away. Friday, March 13, 2015. Learn how to get your music heard at ReverbNation.com. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Study of a Tombstone Angel. I See the Bridge. The Finger of God. Sticks. and thoughts. The Book Of Fragments. Prelude Experience disappears. My past: figments sifting the mind’s inside. I cannot set bearings. Leave Links to Holiday Themed Poetry. MY HEART BEATS ON. Learn how to get your music heard at ReverbNation.
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry: Anxiété
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry. A good read a day, keeps the doldrums away. Monday, September 27, 2010. 169; Gloria Smith 2010. The evening drops her silent moments. One by one by one. Sunlight fades and shades of sadness. Bring the evening slowly, slowly down. I wait. words fade while dreams come alive. I thrive on fantasies born of passion and pain. And what remains is only this. Each beat of my longing heart tears me asunder. I wonder if you care. I cannot share my secrets with you.
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry: ANGELS WOULD FALL
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry. A good read a day, keeps the doldrums away. Tuesday, March 10, 2015. Gloria (Glo) Smith on ReverbNation! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Study of a Tombstone Angel. I See the Bridge. The Finger of God. Sticks. and thoughts. The Book Of Fragments. Prelude Experience disappears. My past: figments sifting the mind’s inside. I cannot set bearings. Leave Links to Holiday Themed Poetry. MY HEART BEATS ON. Learn how to get your music heard at ReverbNation.
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry: NOON OF MIDNIGHT
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry. A good read a day, keeps the doldrums away. Thursday, October 07, 2010. 169; Gloria Smith 2010. Oh midnight. orgies of thought rest in thee. Leaving me wrestling with store bought time. I stand in the glistening noon of night listening. To the muted hum of life barely hiding in the day. But in the hush of midnight wisdom comes. Whispering. wooing me to her hallowed halls. As night time falls with wild and wondrous delight. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Prelude Ex...
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry: May 2015
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry. A good read a day, keeps the doldrums away. Wednesday, May 27, 2015. 169; Gloria Smith 2015. Long after I'm gone I will love on. Don't think me gone for I will come. Once more to you my one true love. Who was so faithful and so brave. Whose kindness you so freely gave. My Words will haunt your heart. Will reach to you from out the dark. And endless sleep of human frame. Your heart has but to call my name. In my repose perchance my prose. Will yet bespeak my endless love.
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry: ENDLESS SLEEP
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry. A good read a day, keeps the doldrums away. Wednesday, May 27, 2015. 169; Gloria Smith 2015. Long after I'm gone I will love on. Don't think me gone for I will come. Once more to you my one true love. Who was so faithful and so brave. Whose kindness you so freely gave. My Words will haunt your heart. Will reach to you from out the dark. And endless sleep of human frame. Your heart has but to call my name. In my repose perchance my prose. Will yet bespeak my endless love.
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry: Musings On Christmas...
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry. A good read a day, keeps the doldrums away. Friday, December 03, 2010. 169; Gloria Smith 2010. Yes, I have grown older and have many burdens to bear, but love weighs heavier on my heart than any grief I carry so it is love I will share. Heap on the wood! The wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.- Sir Walter Scott. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Study of a Tombstone Angel. I See the Bridge. The Finger of God.
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry: SNOW STORM
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Beautiful Leaves: Books and Poetry. A good read a day, keeps the doldrums away. Sunday, December 12, 2010. 169; Gloria Smith 2010. The wind cried round about my house. And poked around like a little mouse. Hunting some secret hidden way in. Perhaps it too needed a Friend. It had forgotten where it came from. Or exactly where it meant to go. It peeked in the window as it raced by. And saw me as I sat down and cried. But alas it was much too cold for me. And could not offer its company. I See the Bridge.
