Love Is the Golden Grown of the World


A Falling Star

A shooting star, quarreling in the heavens;Its flaming beauty spatters the night with Splendor. Oh, the cavernous cave of night, as large as the world

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An Old Friend

An old friend, as pretty as a star, drifted back into my world:Her eyes; filled with tears; is a charming, intriguing poem—A poem, regretting the

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Drips of Ice

Drips of ice, falling on the ground; whirling in the squealing wind:They create a strange mountain that soon fades away;A flashing river of flux, carrying

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