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The waking sky burns,
afire with glittering light--
A new day is born.
Tide-lines come and go,
a bejeweled ocean yawns--
Morning’s ..
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From behind this glass
I see the world safely,
warmly, comfortably,
but I am an outsider,
watching others
play their games,
and I’m lo..
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Night sky sparks white light
mountains rise and disappear
electric storms rage
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Conjure me the ocean tonight;
whisper her melancholy crashing
in ears that wait for the sound of you...
Bring your magic to my bedside,
drip ..
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Paint me a picture with your words.
Grasp the pen and write me a world
filled with your realized dreams.
An angel in dressed down clothes,
you..
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Brilliant orange,
the color of a summer sunset,
petals delicately folding outward,
falling, curling,
like a myriad of color
carelessly ..
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In the darkness dreams may come…
still some prefer to wander
across fields whose familiar grass
is like a taste of something old,
someth..
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Thank you to a good friend for his helpful editing... :o)
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Just a little saddness manifesting...
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“It’s cold,” she whispers to the night,
walking through an empty house,
the sound of silence gaining momentum
until its sharp ..
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