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One Rose

Rose
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each bruise

One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you cheated

One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you forced me

One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each pointless arguement

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poem by Lexie Night
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As poet and artist I am a Polytheist, as Nature investigator, a Pantheist.

classic quote by Goethe (6 January 1813)
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When I Am Dead, My Dearest

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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To Be Or Not To Be? (You Came, You Saw, You Conquered?) ?)

Near Winter solitude exudes reflections
Through the windows of time, i peer
Remembering the Sparrows Song
It is their sweet melody i hear;
Tomorrow is yet a question mark
Somewhere is still just a dream
Forgotten are all past day of days
And their deepest darkest scheme's;
Truths are all Hale and hearty-Today
As the Tom turkey roasting still
Hungering for it's stuffing of sage
Hoping that we get our Fill;
Life is just a tapestry-my friend
Of misfortune, ill intent and surprise
Of happiness, love and gratitude
Of Time and how it flies;
Make Today the answer: 'To All'
At last put to rest all of the Night
Cut the ill Will for you've had your fill
Embrace this, the First Day, of new found Light;

poem by Theodora Onken
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My Retreat at Mount Zhongnan

My heart in middle age found the Way.
And I came to dwell at the foot of this mountain.
When the spirit moves, I wander alone
Amid beauty that is all for me...
I will walk till the water checks my path,
Then sit and watch the rising clouds –
And some day meet an old wood-cutter
And talk and laugh and never return.

poem by Wang Wei, translated by Witter Bynner
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