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"....It was the time of winter dusk,
The fog spread like musk.
The bluish hills and the white foggy layer,
The skies that grey and orange share...."
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This is the poet. These are some of my really close poems. I have never shared these with anyone but now I think I got a perfect platform to do do....hope you like them...
"Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them. ― Dennis Gabor."
" Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful. - Rita Dove."
"...With me, poetry has not been a purpose, but PASSION...~ The_Ultimate_Genius."
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