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Classic poem of the day
Two little clouds, one summer's day,
Went flying through the sky;
They went so fast they bumped their heads,
And both began to cry.
Old Father Sun looked out and said:
“Oh, never mind, my dears,
I'll send my little fairy folk
To dry your falling tears.”
One fairy came in violet,
And one wore indigo;
In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,
They made a pretty row.
They wiped the cloud-tears all away,
And then from out the sky,
Upon a line the sunbeams made,
They hung their gowns to dry.
member poem of the day
when the heart beats so hard for a lover the lips long to give words to describe how she is everything and the only yet i am rendered mute captivated, breathless i decide to write to share with her my soul's overflowing you are heaven-formed perfection lithe and sprightly as magic dancing in the air and i wrote word after word seeking to describe her every physical exquisiteness my hand seized in mid sentence what was I doing? All these words, so limiting only describing what I see with my eyes What an injustice to her! for I wish to describe a beauty beyond words using mere words ordinary phrases, cliches in doing so I realized I was reducing her to an ideal, an object i sat, disgusted with myself to turn a paradise-born angel into a mere human injustice how could i compel my lover's attention if i made her like every other woman I began to thik more deeply of her wonder her capacity to love her powerfulness and certainty discerning, deep, me...
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