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It’s a Lonely Hallelujah. The Delta on the Anniversary of Your Death. The Heart of It. Who Watches Over You? Trekking Song of Peru. I Will Paint You a Picture. Asymp; 16 Comments. July 2, 2016. When I was traveling, I didn’t always reveal that I was on a year-long odyssey, still don’t. People either ooh! The most common question I get is What was your favorite place? A question I can never answer. Everywhere was my favorite place. Every memory that pops up is trailing wisps of nostalgia. By the time I wa...
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It’s a Lonely Hallelujah. The Delta on the Anniversary of Your Death. The Heart of It. Who Watches Over You? Trekking Song of Peru. I Will Paint You a Picture. Asymp; 16 Comments. July 2, 2016. When I was traveling, I didn’t always reveal that I was on a year-long odyssey, still don’t. People either ooh! The most common question I get is What was your favorite place? A question I can never answer. Everywhere was my favorite place. Every memory that pops up is trailing wisps of nostalgia. By the time I wa...
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It’s a Lonely Hallelujah. The Delta on the Anniversary of Your Death. The Heart of It. Who Watches Over You? Trekking Song of Peru. I Will Paint You a Picture. They call it a Folly, this stone tower. Rising from the Cranmore Wood, a rich man’s. Boast towering above the Mendip Hills. I followed a lane hidden in hedgerows. And then a forest trail in a sunny, chill English May. To visit the peculiar man who’d bought the folly. And posted a sign: Open to All Humanity. He says, I try to be. She steps gently, ...
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It’s a Lonely Hallelujah. The Delta on the Anniversary of Your Death. The Heart of It. Who Watches Over You? Trekking Song of Peru. I Will Paint You a Picture. In the middle of the Nile meadows loll,. Islands of grass rising from the hasteless. Water, and on every one farmers toil. Goats and water buffalo graze in fluid. Fields, men stack loose bales of straw,. Boys lift the hems of their gallebeyyas. To chase donkeys. Fishermen stand knee-. Deep in the Nile, adjusting nets, women. To prayer. The far...
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It’s a Lonely Hallelujah. The Delta on the Anniversary of Your Death. The Heart of It. Who Watches Over You? Trekking Song of Peru. I Will Paint You a Picture. Sailing the sleeper to Mandalay rough seas. Rocking the waves of this narrow gauge track. Built by the British. No sleep in this sleeper but. I’m the lucky one with a bed to absorb the bumps. And a window that closes against the cacophony. Of clamorous clanging. The Burmese ride on hard. Benches all night as we sail past endless fields of rice,.
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Who Watches Over You? | blue dot
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It’s a Lonely Hallelujah. The Delta on the Anniversary of Your Death. The Heart of It. Who Watches Over You? Trekking Song of Peru. I Will Paint You a Picture. Who Watches Over You? To You Mortal Reader. I don’t care if you believe. In god this has nothing. To do with god the fact. Is you have known people. And they have died. And maybe they look out. For you maybe they look. Out for your children. Listen I don’t usually share. This I keep it hidden. In a chamber of my heart. Is thin mesospheric reason.
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It’s a Lonely Hallelujah | blue dot
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It’s a Lonely Hallelujah. The Delta on the Anniversary of Your Death. The Heart of It. Who Watches Over You? Trekking Song of Peru. I Will Paint You a Picture. It’s a Lonely Hallelujah. Everyone says the lonely are loneliest in a crowd. And that was certainly true in Rome where, if you. Were coupled like everyone else, you could turn. To your beloved in the café at Castel Sant’ Angelo. Look, there’s a bride on the Ponte Sant’. Angelo. Ah, they’re kissing! By the way, darling,. But when you’re alone no one.
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Trekking Song of Peru | blue dot
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It’s a Lonely Hallelujah. The Delta on the Anniversary of Your Death. The Heart of It. Who Watches Over You? Trekking Song of Peru. I Will Paint You a Picture. Trekking Song of Peru. Trekking Song of Peru. I am but a speck in the wilderness, singing. A song of praise to flat mountain meadows and steep. Mountain passes, and they sing to me, melodious. Crickets and frogs chanting their loud, cloud forest songs. A song of praise to salvia, wild orchid,. Agave, and the ubiquitous and sturdy. Thought on &ldqu...
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It’s a Lonely Hallelujah. The Delta on the Anniversary of Your Death. The Heart of It. Who Watches Over You? Trekking Song of Peru. I Will Paint You a Picture. Rita Dove said,. Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful. So here are my distillations. Thoughts on “Distillations”. July 21, 2014 at 7:06 pm. OH JANE, what a wonderful world,with you filling our lives with your wonderful words and images. July 22, 2014 at 2:14 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. It’s a Lone...
