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See that which I see,
Seldom, but indelibly,
Beauty, unaltered.
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Murky water rises to cover
Roots best left submerged.
Detritus floats, sodden wood,
Fragmented, broken,
Whirling in senseless, perpetual motion,
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Northern nights blur,
Sounds of sentinel dogs soften,
Under chill silver mists and pelting rain,
While whites of ash and spruce,
Melt into gray.
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The ties that find, nurture and bind,
That bring them home from where they roam,
Epicenter, here they enter,
Family land, from hand to hand.
King ..
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True Story...
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Pity me, I’m on my knees.
My ailment, overuse of these,
Quite Spectacular,
Shake-And Bake type words
Icing-On-The-Cake type words,
Explod..
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A Mother’s Day lullaby...
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I’m back💁♀️
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The you and the me of it,
Where we start and stop,
And overlap,
Not an easy equation,
To try to fathom,
As lives converge,
But at the core of it..
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He has risen. Allelujah!
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