<?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>Wed, 22 Apr 2026 00:20:57 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/poemismylife/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Song]]></title><description><![CDATA[I can look the sun in the face But the friends that I have lost I dare not look at any. Yet I have held Them all in my arms, shared with them The same bath and bed, often. Devouring the same dish ,drunk]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@omoloye/song</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@omoloye/song</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[omoloye]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2017 12:06:57 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Vanity]]></title><description><![CDATA[If we tell, gently, gently All that we shall one day have to tell, Who then will hear our voices without laughter, Sad complaining voices of beggars Who indedd will heat them without laughter? If we cry]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@omoloye/vanity</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@omoloye/vanity</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[omoloye]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2017 10:55:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2KZBmxW92GugLwNeb9sPXJTunNjiSd3atWbvP818AUFN6uCNo3xwXsFRvJcfhKo9XGUiNbWGXo3r5chEHTPzrBPFzZyF22qBkVQtEw6GoTaSPtXjhUTeqPXBmE5rHvEmXzABS3njGDJj5B9GPKV8XYroquytRfyVfWzZKkN6YJagUpV64PYZ4kUNurQEQZytpiCW?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Cathedral]]></title><description><![CDATA[On this dirty patch A tree once stood Shedding incence on the infant corn: Its boughs stretched across a heaven Brightened by the last fires of a tribe. They sent surveyours and builders Who cut that tree]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@omoloye/the-cathedral</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@omoloye/the-cathedral</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[omoloye]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2017 00:33:06 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Threnody]]></title><description><![CDATA[I saw a dove, The sky was blue, The leaves were coming, The spring dove sang Of Earth's rebirth. The glorious Sun was warm The world was blue The trees rejoiced The dove rejoiced with all the world, The]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@omoloye/threnody</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@omoloye/threnody</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[omoloye]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2017 10:56:00 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>