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<channel><title><![CDATA[The Dark Poet-Edward Val - Poetry 4:]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.edwardvalpoetry.com/poetry-4.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[Poetry 4:]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2011 10:17:40 -0800</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Life/Death]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.edwardvalpoetry.com/12/post/2009/05/lifedeath.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.edwardvalpoetry.com/12/post/2009/05/lifedeath.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 21:31:45 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.edwardvalpoetry.com/12/post/2009/05/lifedeath.html</guid><description><![CDATA[LifeNew, FreshBreathing, Living, LovingWonderful, Enjoyable, Painful, Unpleasant Suffering, ,Dying, EndingDead, GoneDeath   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><SPAN lang=EN>Life<br />New, Fresh<br />Breathing, Living, Loving<br />Wonderful, Enjoyable, Painful, Unpleasant <br />Suffering, ,Dying, Ending<br />Dead, Gone<br />Death<br /><br /></SPAN></p>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[In your hand to sand]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.edwardvalpoetry.com/12/post/2009/01/in-your-hand-to-sand.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.edwardvalpoetry.com/12/post/2009/01/in-your-hand-to-sand.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 19:03:27 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.edwardvalpoetry.com/12/post/2009/01/in-your-hand-to-sand.html</guid><description><![CDATA[You toy with my heart In your handAnd I feel you slowly squeezingTurning it to sand.   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><FONT size=2>You toy with my heart <br />In your hand<br />And I feel you slowly squeezing<br />Turning it to sand.<br /><br /></FONT></p>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The passing]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.edwardvalpoetry.com/12/post/2009/01/first-post.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.edwardvalpoetry.com/12/post/2009/01/first-post.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 18:37:28 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.edwardvalpoetry.com/12/post/2009/01/first-post.html</guid><description><![CDATA[When one soul passes into the voidMore then one persons hopes and dreams become destroyedRagged fragments of what use to be,Shattered in a painful seaAnd the wind that once blew no longer blows Too the point that people once knew, no longer knowAs snow becomes ice, emotions frozenAs feelings lock up insideAnd one spirit rides the black riverAnd others mourn his ride   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><FONT size=2>When one soul passes into the void<br />More then one persons hopes and dreams become destroyed<br />Ragged fragments of what use to be,<br />Shattered in a painful sea<br />And the wind that once blew no longer blows <br />Too the point that people once knew, no longer know<br />As snow becomes ice, emotions frozen<br />As feelings lock up inside<br />And one spirit rides the black river<br />And others mourn his ride<br /><br /></FONT></p>  ]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

