Brooklets Poems - Poems about Brooklets

...Winding brooklets filled narrow streams into rivers of his childhood dreams Youthful romance begins with a kiss concluded in a lifetime of bliss Love,life-long,ever-lasting with moments,so t......

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...When I was young,in summer sun the excitement of life,just begun, hours seemed like days, and days by brooklets,still,we lazed; When I was young,in poverty simple pleasures were had ,for free i......

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...YESTERDAYS Inkwells in desks with lift-uplids Tables written out with old pen nibs Noses pressed flat on the window glass our pockets tinkling ,full of brass Exploring fields across the br......

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...Winding brooklets fill narrow streams into rivers of my childish dreams Amidst the field of seeding grass,carefree Lush clover scents the nectar seeking bee Lazy days meld into one, summer siest......

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...re-post inspired by Constance contest AGES OF MAN AGES OF MAN Winding brooklets filled narrow streams into rivers of his childhood dreams Youthful romance begins with a kiss concluded i......

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...And after had passed the two enraged by On which I had before pointed my sight, I turned to others evil-born my eye. I saw one, who the form of lute have might, If he the groin in full had only......

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...IMAGE PHRASIS III Sunset peeping ‘neath wine dark clouds on a sky of celestial blue,winding brooklets, narrow streams,rivers of childhood days, forgotten meadows lush with grass,dancing grasses,......

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...My Love I love you much, my love, therefore I beg you Give me that which till today, nobody have asked you Don’t puzzle, I hope, you’ll help me in this regard Best beloved and well wishers ......

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...IMAGINE THIS When I was young,in summer sun the excitement of life,just begun, hours seemed like days, and days by brooklets,still,we lazed; When I was young,in poverty simple pleasures were had ,for......

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...AGES OF MAN Winding brooklets filled narrow streams into rivers of his childhood dreams Youthful romance begins with a kiss concluded in a lifetime of bliss Love,life-long,ever-lasting wi......

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...When I was young,in summer sun the excitement of life,just begun, hours seemed like days, and days by brooklets,still,we lazed; When I was young,in poverty simple pleasures were had ,for free i......

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...Inkwells in desks with lift-uplids Tables written out with old pen nibs Noses pressed flat on the window glass our pockets tinkling ,full of brass Exploring fields across the brook studying ......

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...Winding brooklets fill narrow streams into rivers of my childish dreams.......

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