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the poem by pd lyons


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the poem is never finished its too alive and goes so much further than the poet or the printed page or even those that read or hear it. 

(you do know there is only one don’t you?)

 

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mid summer moon 2 & 3


with wings

with wings

 

 

 

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
  Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
   Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
   With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
   There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
  Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight

 

http://www.shakespeare-navigators.com/dream/T.2.1.html

 

 

True


THESE WORDS ARE EMPTY LIKE THE AIR YOU CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT

spring

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