<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2026 10:23:46 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@sagara13/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Save from waters Lyrics]]></title><description><![CDATA[Save from waters Lyrics —save— me— now, from the waters. To say, save me now. save— me— now, from your rivers. do —do— do —do And how do you think, I —been —never saved? do— do —do— do do you think, —]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@sagara13/save-from-waters-lyrics</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@sagara13/save-from-waters-lyrics</guid><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2018 02:55:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/21PRtjKRXPQyotRPt1Hd7fPufGf1WCpCvB7qBKbTm1g1vKd1RuHG1rzh2EowLgmjs94jfdwokKNTD6vav8A2WdKdeSjPJhF1ViNbMVWjcfVLBuwaA6oefLoTubNcPoj3Ea5hnyKbxYJEPXPcAsoK4Un?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The  Boy's Bike]]></title><description><![CDATA["Where is my bicycle?", The boy suddenly asked as he grabbles on the street, by the mud, and all the things felt by `the gutters. On the wet road, dangerously, almost near the passing cars, covers]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/introduceyourself/@sagara13/the-boy-s-bike</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/introduceyourself/@sagara13/the-boy-s-bike</guid><category><![CDATA[introduceyourself]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2018 03:27:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/9vWp6aU4y8kyJM9JABQLS7EhjmU3VVqJQJsLWXdiLaGoG5YsA62zsb48pRUxn6gqr1rjLpZfNTVgWgY3YJcRWCsJX7p44LxhHHXAD3GESMvhSodty8fHA6vXjiDSM2sVgPjuNFH1Fw5zPrYiS?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Branches of Water]]></title><description><![CDATA[They are branches of water, Yours, unstoppably bound to me. The salty waters of the sea, They seem to come out of my face, And the eyes, blue so sure, of sorrow. By the going thoughts, and the smaller]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/branches-of-water</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/branches-of-water</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2018 20:48:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/YpihifdXP4WTySVi815wTBS1cviU2Mho5Jm3v8vrHB5x2qggAbHxd4Bw2uKXEPvjaDhzbYDoph6rspfPvwp1tUSWDMmvMAY2Xdht6CdvbEVg7nVdcHTJLLMo7AKUaoEEueAW6n9oyXPsyN2eBCZtBdEHkUyj39wgL79uZ4SFUhUr?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[SUNSHINE]]></title><description><![CDATA[( Are you ready now? Walking at your door, Do you hear me speak? Writing —to your soul. Listening to sounds — of your many tears, Walking in your way —will you walk away? Oh, sunshine! You see me come?]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/introduceyourself/@sagara13/sunshine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/introduceyourself/@sagara13/sunshine</guid><category><![CDATA[introduceyourself]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2018 21:28:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/vM1pGHgNcyCiaxZmdb555hkjecmqomntNdRp7jgAnqQwn23UGJ9rEtiY8WWWqSFpestNXM98GYhbNWeNtdtrU3wHMohG5fSg1fvWFXShtLubBB8aX85yauCzhBcqEG8qxZC5HTt?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fun   Cover letter]]></title><description><![CDATA[Cover Letter Dear Captain. Noah White UEES Stanton There we were, in the vast space while many days went by unnoticed; We follow all the lights, and in darkness, we craved for new beginnings. Out of the]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/introduceyourself/@sagara13/fun-cover-letter</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/introduceyourself/@sagara13/fun-cover-letter</guid><category><![CDATA[introduceyourself]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2018 21:15:30 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[ONE POST STORY]]></title><description><![CDATA[It was from the abyss that they all came; whispering in silent —the secret words to open the door, and with silence alone, almost mesmerizing, they secretly climbed there; A mysterious place of Dragons]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/one-post-story</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/one-post-story</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2018 21:04:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYw6NLPSDYFFM1Awi5zT8tdU2anXN8gvJ3JMvN3jcgeGZngHzXpJoSEMk1qt5bixcQfRcdyLhEW?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[During the Age of Flowers]]></title><description><![CDATA[Are they Rocks? The fallen petals The failed thoughts in thin air as they soon fall to wanders; How sown is the string of water? Do they watch away rambling and speaking, the remanence of names? Do they]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/during-the-age-of-flowers</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/during-the-age-of-flowers</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2018 13:42:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3uGGCvyenqJn4w4ottjewAD1QHsURhwshar9QYxHUgXqLNjVQam6ebQt1LKRXP8AqFysJ7ucpiEZ46BKkAirs41is5tPQRJXzsukENWP4R1DcmzNwrBs7dKc1fqYvDfYvH2VuskVE9L9T8n1me2oaKr3j32dJgXxR8Ft27hUuSk1GmZxacRRvYA5upRiivsLwNroW3UmWv8v?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Lasting Taste of Lemonade]]></title><description><![CDATA[How clueless is the lasting taste of lemonade, The Dining and drinking, which takes us to a mindful point, OF growing. How easy is it to forget sugar? The vast water in it, Which deliver us, to the point]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/happiness/@sagara13/the-lasting-taste-of-lemonade</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/happiness/@sagara13/the-lasting-taste-of-lemonade</guid><category><![CDATA[happiness]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2018 02:35:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Thoughts]]></title><description><![CDATA[Once there was a story; a time which began breathing out of a place of memory, which moment We searched to know well, as a recognizable pattern towards disaster. As a grant meaning of who we shouldn’t]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/thoughts</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/thoughts</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2017 07:07:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Venus]]></title><description><![CDATA[They rise Today; all the flowers bring whistles to my ears, About this coming day of fall. how is it they find surrender? , Or cherish warm remanence, Of this cold December? Wishing spring in times for]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/women/@sagara13/venus</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/women/@sagara13/venus</guid><category><![CDATA[women]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2017 00:48:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/RGgukq5E6HBS5wvERDA3ZF4P2WKQy2VoZZet1QV2GwzzFUmH6pNjvvuRHT4XkRz8mwPcaRbHNkEFZsP2wREhKt496jyf1W5eBAV664rx5m54qviDmw5r5tPNjWS2dLr?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[MOMA]]></title><link>http://direct.ecency.com/art/@sagara13/moma</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/art/@sagara13/moma</guid><category><![CDATA[art]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2017 23:06:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/7b4bio5hobgu85mFpLjsB5bdcQRiiGHJEPFYM5Ssmmbx5soWmwWgqMs431hLZfhRgNew6shaL65LAKNBNzE8zzVMwhZ2tuHZh47eaDzceuscA9APSSFA2SHwnLrj9ncZFjFSMGkLNzfctB6mWup8VbM7cvK8?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Thoughts of the  Innocence]]></title><link>http://direct.ecency.com/innocence/@sagara13/thoughts-of-the-innocence</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/innocence/@sagara13/thoughts-of-the-innocence</guid><category><![CDATA[innocence]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2017 00:52:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/7b4bio5hobgu85mFpLjsB5bdcQRiiGHJEPFYM5SsgRZTKZuP6G6q4JCSnGW16ETiKpUXFGTkdZVENV4jE5h4Yc1iz1cqpupUvZKf2RRVex1w4W2y5HLg6g6xCF3d6mowN3xd4BV5oZtSm194kCkRUVjkuMPC?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[SnowMan]]></title><link>http://direct.ecency.com/snowman/@sagara13/snowman</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/snowman/@sagara13/snowman</guid><category><![CDATA[snowman]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2017 13:36:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/7b4bio5hobgu85mFpLjsB5bdcQRiiGHJEPFYM5SsiJb9o8jFje4NnX7CbF6PoermsneW6yaH2prXHxgJvrpP1daAeaJnSix44sQgsEn2wYVsrAwgeCougjugzG7CRGDA27te1xpk3Gm3EyzTsT25pUgEdb3U?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Linn’ing' on  Flying]]></title><description><![CDATA[The — Linn’ing mirror, is my surrender, meaning which comes in yellow, —and closes in blue. So close to Olives, the swollen calling, the Linn'ing dreaming, of summing tinning. Of moons in swimming, while]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@sagara13/linn-ing-on-flying</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@sagara13/linn-ing-on-flying</guid><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2017 15:23:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Paper Towns]]></title><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/paper-towns</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/paper-towns</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2017 17:42:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/7b4bio5hobgu85mFpLjsB5bdcQRiiGHJEPFYM5SshNc9mBcQ8Q6t8KeNxT5rdVk3db6RLTBPMEvGqM2rTBEsYymWzxBoRyZn6kpeWhjFxyqcUpTnNx7yBYy785ewqmKnZAhJhB6rPWQLtWyRLLU3pYByJ98A?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Marguerite By Rémy Rytepo]]></title><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/marguerite-by-remy-rytepo</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/marguerite-by-remy-rytepo</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 07 Dec 2017 02:33:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/W5LtFUPm6g774G2LPx8CTVHrbGQ778Sw45DBMcdDByADqvcxFGQfcCExAbXMwj78NCVdU2QF4ZNSiDPCF1nmvPjS4pEKqezTNt8wUnPGakmAiEY8QW1L2a3GKsPX77nStiiDiNFPBkqC7oFiYYPFySbMPSShC?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cocoon]]></title><description><![CDATA[They are holding up on tress, The many facets of metamorphosis, Can you see them weaving upon the winds? The dreams of flowers transforming into the rain? Such pauses in nature, Oh —Ophelia” Their capsules]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/cocoon</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/cocoon</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2017 01:59:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/cyxkEVqiiLyAJMrzqHfWLT7YbdgoprDQGwdeDRwr7Wvp4qmuFTkHtYdEneUNkNn1G51PWPeUqH2SVhy77uCRKi4Ce6Brv9oFjRVSdXxAr2ezhN3tKAiekgkuwwoicooGcQE?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Siren]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is my last breath, a Catching fire, lighting the rain, Before death comes, only once I take the lead, of hearing you speaking in tongues of spiders, The Weaving trimming, the voices of trembling,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/siren</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@sagara13/siren</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2017 01:45:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Dark Prince of Cramne-d]]></title><description><![CDATA[The story I will tell you, these storie my lips cannot let lose into the air without ears to catch them, and like other stories yes there is a prince. One perhaps that grow in mountain, disbanded , dethroned]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@sagara13/the-dark-prince-of-cramne-d</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@sagara13/the-dark-prince-of-cramne-d</guid><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sagara13]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2017 18:04:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/21PRtjKRXPQyotRPt1Hd7fPufGf1WCpCvB7qBKbTm4jVnU8hHqkUtsSAWZ1tRETptgyFrCSTXrbTPYW2WKPzX9mJKu6F3Tp8919sxCShDa8iG3hy3qmcDYTSsRQmddAcmZbWDJ5x6GmTuwx2AHZB2uk?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Epic Poem:  The Dark Prince of Cramne-d Act 1]]></title><description><![CDATA[The story I will tell you, these storie my lips cannot let lose into the air without ears to catch them, and like other stories yes there is a prince. 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