Tanya Poems - Poems about Tanya

She turned ten;wasn't there In love and war,all is fair Father and daughter apart Now off to a new start She turned twenty, not present, if I say Only an Indian ocean away Time lost; absence felt My heart,my life had to melt She turned thirty in the land of the free Once again, without me Can anything destroy my love for her ? She...

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She stalks the garden looking for a feast Once she gets one, she can bite or incite Gaze into her playful eye for instance Quickly am caught in her magical trance. As the sun sets, she comes out of her den Cycle of life goes on from dusk to dawn Espoused to live by the light of moonshine With nocturnal visits of...

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I have wandered across seas of knowledge and understanding trying to grasp the fundamental truth that is after all divine what I know of the self is that the eternal holy one cannot be found and no thoughts can apprehend you....

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I love when ya lay ur head on my chest & listen to my heart Every feeling I get from you has been real from the start You love me for me, nobody has ever done that before It's always been to use me or to see what they could score You r so amazing Tanya, not like any...

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You gaudy stars do not get giddy when I grieve Nor wrest through clouds to melt this darkness That so befits what logics to your destiny weave For all dreams, and all theories prove finiteness Where death draws the line, And purposes find terminus And we a quick, withered gust To its vexing carnal fate resign While amoeba dares the boundary we cannot...

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TANYA IN PARK POBEDY Autumn dresses of the trees Swaying gracefully in breeze Lawns immaculate invite Benches clean and white September sun’s bright glow Fountain sprays with tiny rainbow Soviet park dignified, Softer with time - signified By wavelets of laughter - Tiny welcome sounds after The...

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TANYA My Sister is leaving me, she's going away today. How will the palms sway, while she's away? Our names are the same, from a different birth canal she came, but I have so much in common with this dame. She's a Sister to me, she likes women, and I like men, but she's a sister to me. I love her like a best...

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I miss the celery and the salt the dandelions and herbs we bought Don't you think you really ought to season up the soup? The pot is simmering so right the smell of cooking fills the night come on in and take a bite and season up the soup. You're the one who adds the touch the flavor that we love so much our friends...

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fireworks in the night are they only in my mind? july fourth migraine...

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