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summer in her hair long reddish pretty hair face carefully done nails well polished curved body thus preserved garments patiently on guard -womanhood`s queen why then cry? so silent around you silence blasting walls only your heart echoes into vacancy |
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away from citynoise in a place where swingtunes feel cosy candlelights softly glitter and cushions blossom a magic summernight when vivid tones smelt down with chat and dance elevating triviality to cheerful peakloads away from citynoise the world is shrinking into a glowing musicdelight |
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be silent if you so wish but keep holding my hand warm me up with your glare don`t let your eyes be silent |
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my sofa beams with summer my dark sofa celebrates light yellow large spots of March-morning sun summerangle sun while the whole room is on flames by those impudent housebreaking beams I hurry anxiously to cover in protection and a summersong in my heart |
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where center is there heart-of-city throbs the most there human traffic overflows observations made munching and la dolce-vita a walking-street functional running-street dancing-street skating-street and thus in the name of mutuality new human knots have been born |
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happy I get hearing children laugh unrepressed and free seeing seeds sprout plants budding life sensing the fragrance of a newly mowed grass rain-moistened soil happy I get reflecting soul both in word and form more so entering hearts and heartily confiding in friends happy I get being still able to find delight in such |
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a wild wind was blowing an early-March day and in the park the leaves were dancing lifeless dry leaves brown sad leaves sighed, rushed, whirled ran insane in the storm spooky leaves from past season conveyed their hillarious dance so excited by spring |
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the child in my life an ocean of sprouting delight where I plunge all year round shifting color the sea's keeping pace with sun and storm stream is dispersed in the waters' vivid body where I swim burning with pleasure diving in search of treasures and happily exhausted sink into the arms of joy |
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on the opposite side of midnight compulsively awake roaming around into soundless hours poetry's flourishing time images popping up yesterday's echoes next to future prospects moonlight beams penetrate through regularities make hunger wrap body and soul lonely is lonelier in presence of the sleeping on the opposite side of midnight |
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