poetry
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The Depths of August – Image Journal
I was blinded by grace,A prey torn from its shadow,Entwined only to unravel. Alive in a dead calm,I was fire from whichAir is withheld, A charged element.An illegible signature,I was that which Otherwise serves to conceal.An inaccessible room.A sky divided… Continue reading
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A poesia aproxima os seres
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Emily dickinson: Uma centena de poemas
“Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord279Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,Then, I am ready to go!Just a look at the Horses—Rapid! That will do!Put me in on the firmest side—So I shall never fall—For we must… Continue reading
