Poetry
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In the midnight’s velvet shroud,Where secrets lie, a whisper loud,The moon’s soft gleam, a silver thread,Weaves through the night where shadows tread. A fleeting glance, a flicker bright,In corners dark, evading sight,A creaking step, a door ajar,The past concealed, now not so far. What hides within the silent mist,A tale untold, a lover missed?The fog
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Across the seas and skies so wide, in search of love, we sail and glide. With hearts that yearn and souls that seek, we journey forth, adventure’s peak. In moonlit nights and sun’s warm rays, we wander through the endless days. With whispered words and soft caress, we find our love, our happiness. Through ancient
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In a land where socks mysteriously flee, Lived a chap named George, as clumsy as can be. He’d lose his keys, his phone, his hat, And once misplaced his neighbor’s cat! One day George set out for the store, But forgot what he’d left his house for. He bought a pickle, a comb, a rubber
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In the quiet whispers of the night, When the stars align just right, I feel your presence close, so near, A love so pure, a bond so clear. Through life’s winding paths we roam, With you, my heart has found its home. In every smile, in every tear, You are the reason, you are the
The Writings of James Adler 