<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Sinome"><title>Martas poems - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/</link><description>I have always written,  These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. 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My soul is calling you softly to the winds of space, but you are not listening. When you do, when you hear me, know that its safe to come out. You will find here nothing but fragrant flowers and soft grasses, deep cloudless skies of blue and sunsets of gold -...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/582805"><title>The land where poets dwell</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/582805</link><description>T here are many places in nature that fill us with awe they capture our souls, never again letting go. among all those there is one I know too well It is the place where poets dwell, a land of a million words, where one can walk or fly among the birds, swim in the waters of one's own birth, or...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/582345"><title>Who put that rainbow there?</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/582345</link><description>A s the rain pounds on my window, many small puddles start to form, and as the sound of the storm rides on the wind that blows, drops make ripples in their centers, ever growing circles of energy, that come from nowhere and go no place, little circles that become larger, then disappear without a...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/582226"><title>That Night</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/582226</link><description>N ever have I felt so intensely the passage of time as that night when you slowly, secretly took all the dreams that were mine and made them come true incredibly... ever so slowly, making me sigh as clouds covered the stars in the night sky Never were you more tranquil or more impatient than that...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/582027"><title>I have a secret</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/582027</link><description>I can sit by you as if you were not there, you can pass by me and I will not turn around, I can speak of what was without pain or regret, but I cannot forget I can look into your eyes while I keep talking keep up with conversation without missing a word. I can even say your name as if we had...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/581816"><title>My five little loves</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/581816</link><description>T here are five little people in my life, five loves I cannot hide They are all special and I love them all each in his own special way has captured my soul, for each of them has something that sets him, or her, apart from the rest. There is Joey, seven, my first love, the very, very best he is...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/581664"><title>The lights go off</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/581664</link><description>T he lights go off. A sleepy darkness envelopes all. Little by little as my eyes adjust, things that were familiar before take on mystic qualities, they look different they glow, as if they possessed something within, something I had missed, distracted by the rush and noise of the world where I...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/581483"><title>In the shadow of a memory...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/581483</link><description>I n the shadow of memory I love you still. I was so young, so inexperienced, not knowing which clues to follow. And bold, excited words waited in the innocence, wanting to be spoken, unsure exactly of how. Your love was perfect art, never the same, liquid, changing with my feelings, my every...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/581430"><title>Nana gets in trouble</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sinome/581430</link><description>s itting with my grand kids by the ocean shore I felt tranquil and at peace... 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