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'Li[eb]chen'
Love does not come When a rose blooms, And warmth spreads Across cheeks—watercolour Painted by a caress of the Fingertips.
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Love does not come When a rose blooms, And warmth spreads Across cheeks—watercolour Painted by a caress of the Fingertips.
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Lumunok siya, Hibla ng damit, Unti-unting hinila Mula sa kamisetang Matagal nang Nalalanta, para Tumahimik, kumakalam Na sikmura.
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First published in 1823, "A Visit from St. Nicholas" by Clement Clarke Moore is in the public domain. Daily Tribune republishes the short story in full for its…
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They sang the praises of the morn, How light shines and crosses the fields, Blanketing it with the golden glow, And wielding the power of hope it yields.
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"Because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." ― Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit
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Decembers of merry have flown And have left me with but a clone Of something that I once knew But now something that paints me blue.
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I am afraid that I cannot write A happy story⸺imbued with light. For even when I write about the stars, My words find themselves within the scars Of rivers of…
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Should tonight be my last night, I want to leave you this: Know there's nothing else You could've done. There are no more clues You might have missed.
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Through the trees and through the rain, I run from time unfolding in vain. Eager to escape the hold of the past, And jump to the embrace of the future at last.
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Isang koleksyon ng limang tula na tumatalakay sa pananampalataya, kaligtasan, at pagsumpa.
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"And whatever walked there, walked alone." ― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
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“But how do you speak to a granddaughter in her dead mother's stead? Can the responsibility to the dead ever be replaced by the responsibility to the living?”…
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"Almost" seems to be a recurring theme in my life. Never quite reaching. Always just barely.
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A poem inspired by "Murder on the Orient Express" by Agatha Christie.
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