Cupolas Poems - Poems about Cupolas

...April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets; Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise. April lived with parents and older sister, in th......

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...Born of smoke and fire glow In those blazing summers of long ago Little mountaintop pagodas Wooden cabs with cute cupolas Guardians of the grand Sequoia Douglas fir and ponderosa Where vigil ......

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...It feels easier to me to recall and eagerly embrace what remains sacred in humane nature while outside listening to surf and winds of exterior EarthSouled nature. It seems easier to fill our ......

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...The life is blooming slowly at the white candles – chestnut trees under my window. In the sea angles the transparent cupolas are rising – dolphin tombs. No, not for the first time life is blooming in......

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...WATERCOLOUR PICTURE Strolling slowly in tree pergolas Golden roofs and sunlit cupolas Caress of evening breeze warm Fountains with their arching form Sunlit water in the dist......

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