Classic poem of the day
Don't sweep away this green after the rain;
let it fill the tranquil stairway path.
Leave it there to cushion fallen petals
so the spring mud cannot dirty them.
Member poem of the day
The moon has shadowed me, like stillborn air
Along a country road, adrift in threads,
Behind a worn out wheel, the pedals bare,
As time leaves nothing here but cast off dead.
I share these words with clouds in wind-washed treads,
Where rock-strewn shores in riddled dreams belie
And time has spun in tight a spider’s web
Of figures etched in deep the dusk-drawn sky.
With this in mind I set aside my clothes,
Now freshly pres......
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