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    Tis

    Tis the season
    in the fields of Elysium
    where opium flowers.

    Tis the season
    in the ocean scape of mind
    where brainwaves Tsunami.

    Tis the season
    in the halls of Vahalla
    where heroes stir.

    Tis the season
    on the path in life
    where greatness is Born.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    AnouLo’s Poems (12)

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    Winds of change 0
    True Love 0
    What I am 1
    Tis 0
    Senses 1
    Torpid 1
    Infatuated 0
    Passion 0
    Cycle 0
    Icarus Dreams 0
    In Time 0
    Fallen 0