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To me you were the song the nightingale trills In the lonely spaces of music’s beat A heart’s violin string in deep ..

For Tovli's Ten Contest. (not for consideration)

Take wing with me.... soar over trees To faerie realm’s distant dreams Mirror moonbeams flirt Dainty butterflies skirt &ls..

Trimeric ~ written for my contest (See Albert's Poetry Cafe)

Crows and Doves Doves fly high in white lightThey have always knownBlack crows mean death…~~~ Blood red sky spills on desert..

To me you were the song the nightingale trills In the lonely spaces of music’s beat A heart’s violin string deep in the ..

When I tetter on the edge of goodbye New wings I will have to try I’ll search through my music for a song One so beautiful it w..

After the storm the Air as fresh as crystal My heart joyous as a blue bird’s Nature fills my senses With soft d..

Just a bit of a scribble!

Imploding You were like a breath of a balmy summer breeze Floating gently as a butterfly Capturing my unaware heart&h..