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Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hols […]

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. […]

LOST IN HEAVEN

The clouds, the source of rain, one stormy night Offered an opening to the source of dew; Which I accepted […]