Tagged: Poetry

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Rosé at Buda Castle District

Life’s great poetic moments could never be captured in human language; like when the rain ceases momentarily and sunlight bursts out of the shuffling clouds with raging radiance and illuminates a scene your mind...

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Of Wine and Men: Olivier

I parted with another beating piece Of my ever-fascinated heart Two autumn quarters’ past, in Old Quebec. Amidst the textured cobblestones of blue A hundred twenty steps before the church; A throbbing piece of passion’s...

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This Old Man and the Sea

Last night, she was as I had feared: Dark, mysterious, and perturbed. And although the moonlight tried to soften her monstrousity, I was unaffected, unmoved by the lunar distraction And I was focused alone...