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~Here
I stand
in
a lonely field
of
winter rye
and
dandelion
watching
faint
ribbons
of
apricot break
across
a weary
hori..
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Following
the shadow of my lost and distant dreams,
longing for
the smile once before
Nothing
really matters or is close to what it seems,
..
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~
A
weary sun awakens past the tree line o’er the hill,
chilly
heavens cater to its shine
Dawning
eyes now open as it’..
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Fighting the tears
I stood on the corner of heartbreak
and sadness,
collected the coins from the
fountain below
Emptied my pockets ..
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O'
waves of gray, soft subtle sheens,
a
flow you drift this somber shore
Of
ancient thoughts and humbled dreams
and
moments found to but ..
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~
sitting alone
in a field laced with nevers
that sunlight avoids
as stars fade from view
picking a clover
of unlucky petal..
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Anybody up for a little traveling?
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I was never one for coloring
inside them
and boundaries…just something
to step over
sitting in my car at a fast-food restauran..
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And
then we come to the part where
the
wind calls out in echoes,
following
a certain pelicanic disguise,
feeding
on fish and waves,
dr..
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Why should I write each
emotion I’m feeling,
when no one will stroll to my
side
Merely a song filled with
passion and yearning,
now ..
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