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Sophia France	The breeze brings a whistle to twirl you vines It feels as if your hanging over Like you’ll be ready to trip The sunlight beams in my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
"Harmony Unveiled: A Contemporary Ode to Love" Mawphniang Napoleon	Our souls entwine like vines in a symphony of elegant connection, each note resonating with the melody of our shared...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
"muses" Steven Louis Chapman	thou friendship, inspiration, spurred vines filled with sweet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Child's Garden Corinna R Evrard	Of tiny hands and tendril vines untamed seedlings of a kind Stern, but of divine...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Day At Tivoli - Prologue John Kenyon	But Morning, now, and sunny vines are here, From tree to tree gay-gadding without...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A day in paradise. Maria Shaw	down with wine from the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Dream Of Long Ago James Whitcomb Riley	Porticoes with columns plaited And entwined with vines and freighted With a bloom all radiated With the light of moon and star; Where some tender...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fairy Tale Amy Lowell	With pendent stalactites like frozen vines; And all along the walls at intervals, Curled upwards into pillars, roses climbed, And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Forest in the Year B.N. Templeton	Creeping no more are the tangles of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Forest In The Year BNTempleton	Creeping no more are the tangles of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fruitful Banquet Jade A.	For our vessels forever filled, From the vines, unacquainted of languish, Quenching, but thirst never...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Glimpse Of Pan James Whitcomb Riley	Tressed with long tangles of vines that swept To the face of a river, that answered these With vines in the wave like the vines...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A GRECIAN TALE John L. Zwerenz	It ferments amid Hera’s dappled, dangling vines: A bower of fragrant hues, and mystic...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
A hymn to the graces Robert Herrick	For I know you have the skill Vines to prune, though not to kill; And of any wood ye see, You can make a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A kind way Heather Lydia Thornhill	See you shine planetary vines As he says you are miiiiiiine ooo ooo Oooh ooooh Kiss me be miiiiiiine praaaay youuuu ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Little Ghost Dame Mary Gilmore	And rustling vines that lightly tap Against the window-pane, Throw shadows on the white-washed walls To blot...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Fairy Tale Begins Brian Spivey	In a wood where the vines are quite dense Stands a cute little cottage with thatch on the roof blue walls and a white...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Rune Of The Rain George Parsons Lathrop	And the grass, and the wide-hung trees, The vines, the flowers in their beds, - The virid corn that to the breeze Rustles along the garden-rows,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Song for the Night Daniel Henry Deniehy	renade; While bright eyes shine 'mid the lattice-vines, And white arms droop o'er the sculptured sills, And accents fall to the knights below, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Spring Wooing Paul Laurence Dunbar	I 's a-buil'in' o' my cabin, an' I 's vines erbove de do' Fu' to kin' o' gin it sheltah f'om de sun; Gwine to have a little kitchen wid...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A story about love and autism Brooke Nishikawa	the vines grew thorns and wrapped around her throat She couldn’t bear the thought of using the knife...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Virtuous Woman. Thomas Frederick Young	She buyeth fields, she planteth vines, And girds herself to duty's round, And far into the shades of night, Her spindle plies with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Voyager's Dream Of Land Felicia Dorothea Hemans	In thro' the cloud of its clustering vines, And the summer-breath of the myrtle-flowers, Borne from the mountain in dewy hours, And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A War Song Of Tyrol Silas Weir Mitchell	Wherewith my beak is red; The vines that gave that vintage No other wine will shed: My beak is red with battle; I've been among...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A week of poems Ash McPeek	in the softest gold wrapping my vines about myself I breathe in the warm...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)