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		<title>My Sadness</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Louima Cunningham]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Issue 84 (November - December 2011)]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[charade]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[don]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fall]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[feel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[girl]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hide]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[makeup]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is as though my world is a blurI can&#8217;t seem to make things make senseNothing makes senseIt&#8217;s like a snow globeShaken and stirredIn comparison to the flakesEverything is disarrayMy mind is a messI toss and I turnI can&#8217;t sleepI can&#8217;t eatIt has been 3 days nowI feel lostI feel aloneThere are people aroundThere are [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It is as though my world is a blur<br />I can&#8217;t seem to make things make sense<br />Nothing makes sense<br />It&#8217;s like a snow globe<br />Shaken and stirred<br />In comparison to the flakes<br />Everything is disarray<br />My mind is a mess<br />I toss and I turn<br />I can&#8217;t sleep<br />I can&#8217;t eat<br />It has been 3 days now<br />I feel lost<br />I feel alone<br />There are people around<br />There are people home<br />Tears fall from my blue eyes<br />I can&#8217;t make them stop<br />They fall with a pin drop<br />I can&#8217;t recall when I last laughed<br />I hurt inside<br />I want it all to go away<br />The pain<br />The fear<br />The tears<br />I look in the mirror<br />What do I see<br />A shell of me<br />I see a little glimpse<br />Of who I once was<br />I see sadness<br />I don&#8217;t see the real me<br />Time to get ready<br />Can&#8217;t let the world see<br />Hide my sadness<br />Hide it with makeup<br />And false smiles<br />Be the pretty girl<br />The one everyone adores<br />Not the one you don&#8217;t share<br />Only some see her<br />This charade never ends<br />My love never dies <br />My tears I will hide<br />I must go outside<br />The world is waiting</p>
<p><em>Barbara Koerth is a freelance writer and has written published poetry and continues to do so. She lives in the Houston area with her husband and children. She is currently studying Psychology.</em></p>
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		<title>Through Death</title>
		<link>https://fountainmagazine.com/all-issues/1997/issue-17-january-march-1997/through-death/</link>
		
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[The Fountain]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 1997 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Issue 17 (January - March 1997)]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[angels]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[beat]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[brightly]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[eyes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[flowers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fly]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[happiness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heart]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hearts]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literature & Languages]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[narcissi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[paradise]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pour]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[shimmer]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[shining]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[smiles]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[souls]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sound]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stop]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[word]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[As for the believing souls, worship of God is a mount for them, by which they fly to the clime where angels fly. With hearts at rest, with spirits having reached their aspirations, They hear God’s compliments distinctly, word by word. The faces of the believers are bright with flashes of joy. They overflow with [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As for the believing souls, worship of God is a mount for them,</p>
<p>by which they fly to the clime where angels fly.</p>
<p>With hearts at rest, with spirits having reached their aspirations,</p>
<p>They hear God’s compliments distinctly, word by word.</p>
<p>The faces of the believers are bright with flashes of joy.</p>
<p>They overflow with emotions while walking illumined roads.</p>
<p>The merriment of union is heard from a few steps ahead.</p>
<p>Voices rise in the company of the melodies of houris.</p>
<p>Flowers shimmer all around like narcissi,</p>
<p>and hearts beat with a different sound.</p>
<p>Eyes shining brightly pour forth smiles.</p>
<p>If it were possible, a heart would stop for happiness.</p>
<p>Souls go to their ease in the highest realm of Paradise,</p>
<p>where colours, patterns and harmonies charm the eyes.</p>
<p>Sometimes beauties excelling those of Paradise are sensed,</p>
<p>and angels visit that festival on their mounts&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Music of Rain</title>
		<link>https://fountainmagazine.com/all-issues/1996/issue-13-january-march-1996/music-of-rain/</link>
		
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[The Fountain]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 1996 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Issue 13 (January - March 1996)]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blue]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[brings]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[drop]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[drops]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[earth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fall]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fragrance]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[heavenly]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literature & Languages]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[masses]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mountains]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[music]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[open]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[orange]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rain]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[seeks]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[smiles]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Drops of rain,as if smiles from the worlds beyond, Travel here and there seeking the seas they parted from. They fall with the sound of plucked lute-strings; And hearing it, the earth begins to breathe. Drops of rain float down with the grace of butterflies, As if arranging some meaning in most rhythmic verse. They [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Drops of rain,as if smiles from the worlds beyond,</p>
<p>Travel here and there seeking the seas they parted from.</p>
<p>They fall with the sound of plucked lute-strings;</p>
<p>And hearing it, the earth begins to breathe.</p>
<p>Drops of rain float down with the grace of butterflies,</p>
<p>As if arranging some meaning in most rhythmic verse.</p>
<p>They resonate in the ear like a sweet melody,</p>
<p>And skies seem to weep for the grass on earth.</p>
<p>Each drop has said farewell to its heavenly life,</p>
<p>And returns to its origin, which is a roaring ocean.</p>
<p>Everything on earth holds still to listen to rain;</p>
<p>Each drop descends to the ground like an angel.</p>
<p>Eyes seeing the rain fall in such thrilling harmony</p>
<p>See worlds beyond this world come into view.</p>
<p>The skies rejoice with smiles observed everywhere;</p>
<p>Everyone is enchanted by the heavenly rhapsody.</p>
<p>Vapour rises in masses as great as mountains,</p>
<p>Then it seeks the green, blue and orange on earth.</p>
<p>Rain always brings down a peculiar contentment;</p>
<p>And carries fragrance of Paradise and exhilaration.</p>
<p>That fragrance pervades everywhere, deep into the soul,</p>
<p>Earth awakens to life and flowers burst open.</p>
<p>The whole of creation finds peace and serenity,</p>
<p>The window open to the realms beyond becomes visible.</p>
<p>***</p>
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