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Last login: 13 hours agoKritika: kritika is a 23 year old woman from New Delhi, DL, India.; Likes 209 pages, 85 photos • 115 fans • Received 16 reviews; Member since Dec 19, 2005

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http://marcoguerraphotography.com/Marco%20Guerra%20Gold-4.jpg: 12:15am 104 reviews photography
http://marcoguerraphotography.com/Marco%20Guerra%20Gold-4.jpg; All my tomorrows

Yesterday the sky came crashing down,
And i felt the heat of the jealous sun
The moon teased the tides as they barely met the shores,
Yesterday i tried to lose myself in the storm...
I hoped the wind would blow me into another world
But i found myself trapped in space and time,
And opened my eyes to the same life,
I realized i was looking for miracles in a mirage,
So today i set out to create my another world.
~ kritika

http://gallery.artlimited.net/user/0/0/0/3/0/4/9/img28810.jpg: May 10, 11:36pm 11 reviews photography
http://gallery.artlimited.net/user/0/0/0/3/0/4/9/img28810.jpg; It's all I have to bring today
by Emily Dickinson

It's all I have to bring today -
This, and my heart beside -
This, and my heart, and all the fields -
And all the meadows wide -
Be sure you count - should I forget
Some one the sum could tell -
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.

Magic Forest on Flickr - Photo Sharing!: May 3, 7:46am 1 review photography
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dieterorens/528580841/; Trees
~ Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

http://photosight.us/showimg.php?y=2007&m=11&d=26&image=1579853.jpg: Apr 30, 6:58am 25 reviews photography
http://photosight.us/showimg.php?y=2007&m=11&d=26&image=1579853.jpg; The dull ache has receded a bit....the vague feeling of something being amiss seems to have faded...the lingering doubts have abated...and a calm that i have not felt in a while surrounds me...uncertainty is no more a foe, its a guiding light that allows me to walk on unchartered roads...i am intoxicated by the scent of a thousand blossoms and a thousand dreams take flight...

http://freakymartin.com/nitro/fishki01/47b5a1585d86523_love.jpg: Mar 30, 12:29am 25 reviews photography
http://freakymartin.com/nitro/fishki01/47b5a1585d86523_love.jpg; He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
He would not stay for me to stand and gaze.
I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder,
And went with half my life about my ways.
~ A. E. Housman

A TRIBUTE TO A DEAR FRIEND. (KILKENNY, IRELAND) on Flickr - Photo Sharing!: Mar 20, 8:48am 1 review photography
http://www.flickr.com/photos/78099783@N00/2200843702/; May
by Kirmen Uribe
Translated by Elizabeth Macklin

Let me look at those eyes.
I want to know how you are.
--Rainer W. Fassbinder

Look. May has come in.
It's strewn those blue eyes all over the harbor.
Come, I haven't had word of you in ages.
You're constantly terrified,
Like the kittens we drowned when we were little.
Come and we'll talk over all of the old same things,
The value of being pleasant,
The need to adjust to the doubts,
How to fill the holes we've got inside us.
Come, feel the morning reaching your face,
Whenever we're saddened everything looks dark,
When we're heartened, again, the world crumbles.
Every one of us keeps forever someone else's hidden side,
If it's a secret, if a mistake, if a gesture.
Come and we'll flay the winners,
Laughing at our self leapt off the bridgeway.
We'll watch the cranes at work in the port in silence,
The gift for being together in silence being
The principal proof of friendship.
Come with me, I want to change nations,
Change towns. Leave this body aside
And go into a shell with you,
With our smallness, like sea snails.
Come, I'm waiting for you,
We'll continue the story that ended a year ago,
As if inside the white birches next to the river
Not a single additional ring had grown.

http://www.photoree.com/pcache/61/40/6140_6b12.jpg: Mar 10, 8:14am 12 reviews photography
http://www.photoree.com/pcache/61/40/6140_6b12.jpg; The Gates of Damascus

....Postern of Fate, the Desert Gate, Disaster's Cavern, Fort of Fear,
The Portal of Baghdad am I, and Doorway of Diarbekir.

The Persian Dawn with new desires may net the flushing mountain spires:
But my gaunt buttress still rejects the suppliance of those mellow fires.

Pass not beneath, O Caravan, or pass not singing. Have you heard
That silence where the birds are dead yet something pipeth like a bird?....
~ James Elroy Flecker

Here be dragons [pic] | you.presscue: Mar 6, 11:26pm 18 reviews photography
http://you.presscue.com/node/19; I am as real as you want me to be...you can make me breathe fire, watch me lash my tail in a furious rage...i can be your friend or foe, i can be the enemy you slay...i can be magic and i can be smoke...i can melt into the gold streaked sky...i am the king of illusions and i am hope on wings...i am as real as you want me to be...

http://www.iso400.pl/data/media/14/marcin_stawiarz.jpg: Feb 22, 6:10am 40 reviews photography
http://www.iso400.pl/data/media/14/marcin_stawiarz.jpg; I Am Not Yours
~ Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love--put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pAEboHuSIzYdjQMGa9hWP3cEAOAUbPZyS9yPnTaPt8Il2J…: Feb 22, 5:27am 38 reviews photography
http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pAEboHuSIzYdjQMGa9hWP3cEAOAUbPZyS9yPnTaPt8I...; The Kiss
~ Sara Teasdale

Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain--
Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
Like theirs again?

I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me,
They surged about me singing of the south--
I turned my head away to keep still holy
Your kiss upon my mouth.

And swift sweet rains of shining April weather
Found not my lips where living kisses are;
I bowed my head lest they put out my glory
As rain puts out a star.

I am my love's and he is mine forever,
Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore--
Think you that I could let a beggar enter
Where a king stood before?

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