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The World is Crying.

The World is Crying. Sadness fills our streets our beautiful places it invades our innermost thoughts it soaks through our clothes it permeates our skin it floods our eyes with salty tears the warm balmy air carried that special aroma of sun-kissed bodies and laughter...

The Poet by Susie Hemingway.

        As tumbled snow does softly lay where safe in warm this cosy realm a tableau forms of quiet moments this rhymester peers at hamlet small, still, as the day does dawn this sonneteer sees trees of silvery sparkles light the view with crystal shards, the easy set...