Classic poem of the day
Part III.
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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
Why do you all look at me that way when u past by . im just a person siting here trying to figure out where i go from here . why do you all whisper like i cant hear yall. Ibhave feelings to . im sorry for being homeless yet i fell down and im trying to stand back up yet everyone walks away turns their backs and forgets that i didnt ask for this to happen. Nor have i ever thought life would come to this. It only takes one person i have been told to show how to pay it forward. Yet what are we show......
