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The morning drifts on quiet feet, Through silver mist and waking street. A sparrow lifts a simple so…
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The morning drifts on quiet feet, Through silver mist and waking street. A sparrow lifts a simple so…
flood is fear of peoples. Flood is fell of houses flow fellows, get billows get a hold, hit me the w…
The road is long, the path is steep, Yet dreams are treasures we must keep. Through stormy skies and…
In the hush before the sunrise, When the sky is still half-dream, The world holds its breath softly …
When I was a child, my hands were tools. My toys surrendered before my giant tools. Noise was happin…
A Steady Light The world is loud and moving fast, But true love is a thing that lasts. It’s not just…
When the sky is dark and wide, Keep a little hope inside. Every star begins so small, Yet it brightl…
An apple fell, Newton saw, Gravity was born. A LEAF fell, SINAN saw, A poem was born. A lot of lives…
The sunrise approached Like a little child’s heart. Children looked shining With happiness and joy. …
The sun comes up and lights the sky, Soft winds move gently passing by. The trees stand still, then …
In the quiet hour before the dawn, When silver mist still clings to lawn, The world inhales a breath…
The First Sunrise The sky was wrapped in shades of gray, The night was slowly fading away. Then thro…