Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis

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And you whisper in my ear
words like pearls:

Delicately strung together,
but beautiful alone.


Written by Ashley

February 24, 2009 at 4:20 am

Posted in Poem

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  1. So are we the soul survivors of this challenge…?

    And everything you write sounds so good how do you do that?


    February 24, 2009 at 4:41 am

    • It seems we are both the soul survivors and the sole survivors of this challenge.

      And thank you; I don’t know if that’s true, but if it is, it’s a whole lot of life experience, reading, and practice. Mostly lots of reading and lots of writing.


      February 24, 2009 at 12:51 pm

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