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My paint has dried upon the moonBut I will paint another soon,Maybe on a star filled nightTo fill the sky with silver li..
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When I watch the river flow, I feel a shiver through my soula sensation that I get when I feel so completely whole,when I listen to the ocean, or a bi..
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In the church are whispers high, so sweet that they defy beliefThey wave their branches to the sky, bared warnings to the Autumn thiefAnd down below i..
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Snow white ghosts in sapphire skiesRegard the world with ruby eyesThat filter luminescent PrayersOf long forgotten living years,Somewhere up there, a ..
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He will walk along beside you on the golden sanded bayAnd he’ll greet you every morning with the tender breeze of day,He will calm the fears wit..
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A gentle cough, a quiet word, a morning breeze, a waking bird,Into her box her letters fall, soft flip flop slippers down a hall,A radio plays yesterd..
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In between glances the contact is suchAs a soul to a soul or a fingertip touch,Like eyes in the moonlight that tremble the skiesOr a dream that stops ..
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Help me to climb up the staircase to see you once mor..
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Eyelids closing slowly
Saying goodbye to the d..
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The waves of time wash over me, a tireless unrelenting seaAnointing like a sun kissed prism, an oceanic catechismSometimes baptismal, sometimes deep, ..
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