Wild Irish Rain at Old Poetry

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Winds of Freedom Ch 1 at storywrite
Wings of a strong eagle spread before the land, in the birth of a new fire stars morn, shadowing the canyons with such powerful grace. Soaring high to the morning sky, this mig
Heaven Sent Stranger at storywrite
In a far off corner, away from anyone’s view, sits a woman quietly drawing on the dirty floor. She sits there day in, day out, just tracing over the lines she has already creat
Onyx Fire Tear's life (not finished) at storywrite
Come sit next to the fire and let me weave a web for you. One of a young Indian maiden that found her infinite soul mate, then lost. Close your eyes and picture a lush emerald

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on 16-bit Intel 8088 chip by Charles Bukowski, on June 17, 2004
very intresting and creative
on Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost, on June 4, 2004
to see th words of beauty is to feel the breath of nature. robert frosts work always amazed me and touched my soul...and still does to this very day.
on A Study by Wang Wei, on June 2, 2004
i love it. there is one typoe...1st stanza last line.....is the on supposd to be one? otherwise i dearly love this. translations have alays captured my attention
simply beautiful. i love thunder storms and you captured them well