Classic poem of the day
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Bring all your praise, ye heav'nly host!
Let all mankind with glad accord,
Extol the Universal Lord.
Member poem of the day
Melancholy moonbeams cascade
over a lattice of canopies
of the overhanging trees,
like millions of sparkling snakes
slithering over the surface
of the silent water of the lake.
A sense of bodeful uneasiness
flooded into my solitary soul;
When love is lost
No one and nothing could hurt more,
No one and nothing pleases ever.
In how many varied places
do I profess my love?
In how many ways
d...
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