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Friday, January 1, 2016. Wednesday, December 23, 2015. For more updates, photos of my modeling, new poetry and news please follow me on facebook! Elizabeth Azpurua on Facebook. Stay up to date on everything going on for this coming year! Links to this post. Wednesday, December 16, 2015. Winter poems, Christmas poetry, Yule poems. Sunday, December 6, 2015.
Welcome to the site of Elizabeth Azpurua. Elizabeth Azpurua is an author and model who loves art and nature. Her love of story telling comes through in every thing she participates in. Elizabeth is the owner of Smoky Magic Media, a social media agency in the Smoky Mountains. If you would like to contact Elizabeth, please submit to the form below.
Wednesday, April 29, 2015. Tuesday, March 3, 2015. Elegy of Metaphors is Currently FREE. Thanks for all the support. I appreciate it when people tell me my poems helped them in some way! Friday, February 6, 2015. Sunday, January 25, 2015.
Poetry - love - poems . Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;. And, as imagination bodies forth. Turn them to shapes, and gives airy nothing. A local habitation and a name. Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,. The linnet and thrush say, I love and I love! I love my Love, and my Love loves me! .
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This website was created for the Secondary 1 students of Guangyang Secondary School to inspire a love for poetry that will give them the courage to do what is right and the wisdom to see what is true and beautiful. Thursday, May 24, 2007. People who do not know how to appreciate dark chocolate often think it is very bitter but those who appreciate it enjoy its sweetness. A poem is a lighted bulb in a room.
Poetry either strikes at the first glance, or not at all. Saturday, July 15, 2017. The lens that brings light to my eyes. Dims and distorts most of it. Yet my eyes are all I have. For seeking the few oases of truth. Wednesday, March 15, 2017. I stand in the middle of. With my feet rooted frozen. To the point where all paths meet. My mind is in a whirl. Like a kite cut loose. Being buffeted by gusts of upheaval,.