Classic poem of the day
Part III.
1
I waken'd in the twilight with
A fever at my brain;
All my veins were running fire
With blind desire and pain
Of something that three seasons long
Within my heart had lain.
2
So cruel that first I heeded not
A faint, alluring tune,
Trilling round me everywhere
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Member poem of the day
I miss the smells of hibernating leaves
white picket fence slowly disintegrates
Popsicle stand is shuttered and closed
yellow flip flops left in the sand dunes.
family times
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