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"The fire burns, the thoughts run wild. A touch, a kiss remembered, fans the flame. The warmth endures, though dreams grow cold. Longing to hold you close, I breathe your name. Wher..."

"November 1963: The face of the masses,   Composed but sad: A student, thoughtful. A father lifts a small child. A woman bows her head.     Some with tears     Some with anger     All in silence. A Ne..."

"The fires still burn and smoke rises, The rubble is still piled too high. The cities return to their working Not knowing how many will die. And die they will, by the thousands.. "Vengeance is Mine " ..."

"My heart is breaking as lies you’ve toldCome back to me and sear my soul.I loved you well, now you’ve grown cold.To cause you pain was not my goal. Written October 2nd, 2001 © on Oct 02 2001 02:07 AM..."

"White birds' feathers fall, and the rushing wind sweeps them from the ground. It lifts them high to kiss the sun, and wafts them gently to the cold, surf-bound Shores of an unknown island where ligh..."

"As I listen to the brush of April snow Against my window pane, I think. I wonder if my heart will ever light As the snow lights on the ground: Meeting another heart and melting. Written April 12t..."