UApon whose bosomA nest of robins in her hair;
A tree that may in Summer wear
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that looks at God all day,
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
I poem lovely as a tree.
think that I shall never see
JBust thinkTut I never knew of poetry
mhink of life as the rhythm
Ty disdain for blank verses
Ahis is the evidence
I record of my life
w feel myself healing
fith each stanza
por my unexpressed feelings
Hoetry a sweet synonym
Got chocolate and cinnamon
wive me a warmth like
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Trochę to będzie moja spowiedź, o wielkiej nadziejo miłości i porażce i złamanym sercu. Tak dla Was ode mnie aby nie popełniać takich błędów . Opowiem też o technikach manifestacji, które działają, które przetestowałam. Opowiem Wam bardzo dużo i mam nadzieję że zostaniecie.
i was struck by this, thinking that must be about as long as we knew each other. so i crunched more numbers and the exact length of time we knew each other? four years and one month.