Classic poem of the day
" There's no balm for broken hearts,
There's no light for darkened homes,
None to wipe the tear that starts,
Until Time the Healer comes.
So I sighed, while now my way
Westward sloped with fall of day,
And I came and sat alone
On the mile's last sculptured stone.
Seem from spoiled lands, like morn's ray,
Rushed a steed foam-flanked and grey,
Lighting-reined, a thing of wonder,
Maned with storm and hoofed with thunder,
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Member poem of the day
Oh marvellous waves of blue and green
You who have let your colours bleed
Inside an oyster’s shell
Forming the nacreous iridescence
That imbues that tiny seed
Of pain, hurt and misery
With a luminescence
Soft as tears
And fluid as satin
The one they call a pearl.
For how many centuries have you sung
Your siren songs to divers
And sent your whispering promises
Hidden inside conch shells
To the pearl merchants......
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