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Moria
Moria, a green-clad land With verdant trees and white sea-sand Rivers as sweet, healing and clear As the phoenix’s starry tears The wind that sweeps ‘cross Moria Carries in it wings euphoria All who breathe it in cry no more But delight in what life has in store. The birds there sing sweet symphonies That would bring any mortal to his knees Concertos invite arpeggios A dancing step that leaps and flows. I can almost taste its pure rains Dripping so cool into summer days Running over the grass’s leaves Draining down from heaven’s eaves… ——Sonrisa Quaglato Former OJC Exchange Student |
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Oil ——Shay Arellano OJC Art Student |
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Funding For This Site Provided In Part By A Title V Grant
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