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    As the night passes through
    The gentle bird softly coos songs
    stars emulate bright light
    Children smile
    the air springs the fall it awaits
    Copasetic reaching to the heart
    Soft vibrations up and down
    The wind against the face
    Hair in the way
    Reds, yellows, golds
    Illuminating
    Illustrious
    Beautiful songs becoming the mind.
    Tears stream
    Happiness generates.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    sirhcking’s Poems (15)

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    Religion 2 12/08/2008
    Finding yourself lost 0 12/08/2008
    Yet again I do not know 0 12/08/2008
    Happiness 2 12/08/2008
    The is the name ppetry is the game 1 12/08/2008
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    Love 0 12/08/2008
    Mind? 0 12/08/2008
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