Poetry

D. H. Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
with...
William Shakespeare
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorou...
D. H. Lawrence
All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
W...
D. H. Lawrence
The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
and the horse looks at him in silence.
...
D. H. Lawrence
We are a liars, because
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow,
whereas letters are fixed,
...
Maria
joined the group
ALEKADZIE
joined the group
Niiiiku
joined the group
Erumna
joined the group
aquarelliste
joined the group

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