Microclimate Poems - Poems about Microclimate

... Colour isn’t the same at the early dusk It changes in different light A smile doesn't shine on the same mask When its fading out of sight Who knows why memory can change The pictures of the p......

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...Spitting the blood, he said, every winter for few days – he would feel outcast and there was pain in the idea of pain, but he wanted to live without a painkiller. Sometimes he will singe his......

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