I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
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Pablo Neruda
It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.
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Virginia Woolf
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
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Edwin Arnold
The true poem rests between the words.
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Vanna Bonta
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.
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Mark Strand
More Quotes By Christina Strigas
The only way to find art is to lose touch with reality.
I do not trust the truth. It shifts into reality.
I loved you for a thousand years and missed you in all of them.
The longer the silence remains untouched the longer the miscommunication creates its own stories.
I think the way the sun shines on you has nothing to do with the sun but everything to do with you.
