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A rose with drops of dew on its petals

Caught Up in Metaphors

by Nancy Machlis Rechtman He told me that my eyesWere stars twinkling in the nightAnd when he kissed me he murmuredThat my lips were the sweet petals of roses. My heart became the flutterOf birds’ wings soaring through the treesAnd his wordsWere the silky balm on my wounded soul. “Your…

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No More Love Poems

By Steven Glifford The world goes through a growth spurt during a shower: A jigsaw puzzle of wood and glutinous darkness, swishing elsewhere liquidly, owns a roofless heart, a reflected candelabra without an originator. Legions leap eons with subtle intensity. Black fire pulls back to an underground city of the…

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