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And violet petal fell, so all was forgot. The grounds littered with blue, no lesson was taught. For loss teaches us grief, so evil is it....

letters in the leaves – claudia b. liedtke for sofia headstones in the hundreds lay here all arms slaughtered by sword and spear the...

Strength By The Oak Tree Claudia B. Liedtke That night to the oak I always did return, hoping to find the man I'd left there, to know, to...

Starlight Under The Oak Tree Claudia B. Liedtke I listened to her laugh, my heart filling with gold. This woman in my arms, forever to...

I want to be an author--see my name in my hands. Not just a writer Books on stands. I want to see a book--my book in a bookstore Not just...

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY BY ROBERT FROST Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an...

Spring Blooms I tried not to let the rain get to me, not to let the pain fall over me. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The rain was my...

Poetry. Poetry can be beautiful, and poetry can be kind. And no, I’m not a great poet. But I do read it. For school…. Does that count? I...