<?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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Gabzgrl"><title>Gabby's Poetry and Prose - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gabzgrl/</link><description>Inspirational original poems and prose by an American author.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gabzgrl/891469" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gabzgrl/891469"><title>A Mirror on The Moon</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gabzgrl/891469</link><description>A Mirror on The Moon Gabrielle B-G 10/6/2015 Set your gaze upon the mountains, dear to ponder time's endless life-giving fountains the whisper of her deathly visitors, those who disappear into raindrops, to dance on a pyre where they set our poetry to blaze, desire after death we'll rejoin hands and rejoice My dear, their voices, we hear. Walking the endless hallways of history I stood with Eternity, and felt the north winds blow; The dawn is golden, and he is whistling a song between the...</description></item></rdf:RDF>