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Dove in the Lilies
A dove among the sleeping lilies— She anticipates the coming of spring. Her mourning song arouses me from slumber. I leave my dream and begin to work. The whistling of wings greets me, As the dove departs, leaving me among the flowers. I find only bumblebees watching my arm. I sit among the marigolds, and I ache.
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Literature
Dove in the Lilies
A dove among the sleeping lilies— She anticipates the coming of spring. Her mourning song arouses me from slumber. I leave my dream and begin to work. The whistling of wings greets me, As the dove departs, leaving me among the flowers. I find only bumblebees watching my arm. I sit among the marigolds, and I ache.
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Literature
The Cave
Stop the world, please. I’d like to get off.
It’s spinning so fast. I’d like it to stop.
It’s hard to sleep with the sun in my eyes.
It’s hard to mourn. I’m not someone who cries.
But here I go. Nice and slow.
I don’t know…is this good for me?
I’ve come out of the cave. Now I feel so small.
The things people say don’t help me at all.
I don’t have a map, and I don’t have a clue.
Now that I’ve left the cave, I don’t know what to do.
Why do people always tell me that I’m something great?
One thing I know is I’m someone to hate.
I don’t alway
Devious Poetry
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