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She makes me sad,
keeps her love
inside her head;
afraid to share.
Lives her life
for her Daddy dear,
not reality,
and she can't see
the Da..
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Darkness clings,
loath to leave
the sleeping city.
Hides in corners,
cowers in alleys,
skulks in shadows,
Darkness does.
Creeping, sneaking,
..
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The woman
with wind colored eyes
smiles,
and the summer storms.
Clouds, darker than her eyes,
pile in wildish billows;
she laughs
and the thu..
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Hyacinth---
Haunting,
Clinging,
Cloying.
Gentle memory,
Silk and gauze
Adrift on a spring breeze.
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There comes a time
in every woman's life,
when she longs
for a white knight,
dashing to her rescue.
Then, you stop and think,
what would you d..
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He is always looking backward,
to see where he has been,
He never sees the beauty
that opensupbefore us;
the skies and birds and butterflies,
the..
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"Lydia and I,
----we live alone," she said.
(We met on a quiet street corner,
in the heat-stricken city
after years of separation.)
"Who is Lydia..
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He's just another story,
and now I've reached the end.
He takes my hand,
Says he's sorry,
it will never happen again.
He holds me close,
says ..
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fearfully creeping,
dawn comes softly,
silently;
heralding a wary sun.
peeping over the tops
of ravaged mountains,
fearing the mortar fire
that..
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Ride the White Horse,
proud, prancing steed,
trumpeting his challenge
to foolhardy horsemen,
who think they can tame him.
Ride the White Horse,..
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