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Autumn is a Poem - is it?

But Autumn remains our kind lover, in whose arms we can rest a while For the moments spent in her embrace ...

The Love Story that Lives: Poetry

So travel with me, lose your hands in the fabric of me and understand that god dwells inside the arc of my heart.

Poetry for/from the Only ONE Earth we have.

Because our present actions will impact the future, for as the saying goes "We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors..."

Magazine: Blog2
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