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Dreams of dust and detritus
Fight for ascendance in the night.
Ascend-dance, thoughts, ballast of a past,
Fear, still near, peeking through,
Not ..
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Wise enough to know, that I do not know,
The mysteries, reasons, answers, solutions.
I know I am a vessel, only.
But, in the being of that one thin..
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A Valentine for All Moms…
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Three…two…one…the glitter-ball drops,
Lighting upturned faces, lifting hearts,
With kisses and tears, hopes and fears,
It bri..
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Happy, Healthy, Safe, Loving and Peaceful Holidays are wished to all.🕊️🌟🕯️
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Just knowing that it has not changed,In its essence,One of the few precious things that continues,Though the Who, What, Where, of itAdjusts.It remains..
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(Orb-weavers are spiders.
We all spin our own stories..)
Orb-weaver appears, suspended in air,
Like my wisps of thought.
She of the Araneidae clan..
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Senryu Homage to E. A. Poe
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Homage to multi-cultural witch tales
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Sometimes, alone I sit,Failing at words, perception clouded,Bombarded by a war of too much or too little,Too swift or too slow, too brave or too weak,..
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