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Now that the need for rest lulls you so well.
Warming both heart and soul in a cocoon of sleep.
Cradle over your heart the picture by the bed,
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Shadows in flight
cling to the trees.
These oncoming shapes
are shrouded in the breeze.
The height of each pine
is confined from view.
As a ..
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vast canvas of endless night
reaching back into that time
to the moment stars were born
taking on their brilliant form
heavenly orbs lite ..
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A strip of white straddles the flag.
Offering peace to the country at hand.
So, whether it's orange or the wearing of the green.
Remember the..
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Loving you is not a mistake,
Or a bad habit I can't break.
You are my life, my very breath.
My joy of living, till the end.
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Dreamland
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Crossing the autistic bridge
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Thunder Baby, booms.
Lightening brightly sizzles.
Winter screams,
and an icy canvas blooms.
While Winter’s court cowers.
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By velvet night crystals fall,
slightly felt or not at all.
Biting cold burns cheeks so red,
and a wintery mix pours overhead.
The frozen wind..
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Tired of walking I stopped to rest.My companion stopping with me.No one really looks at you, said I.You have a strange allure that lingers.A peace and..
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