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My nurse's heart
Has seen too much,
Has helped some,
Has failed others.
Memories,
Of blood,
And souls in flight,
Echo from one corner of my min..
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Your name is on the wind,
Whispering,
Calling,
Summoning me,
Beckoning me to your side,
Your presence consuming me,
Senses envelope me,
Moving,..
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Bluest blue
Belies the timpani of thunder that
Warns,
Storm coming.
Trilling crescendo of avian floutists sounds
As feathered soloi..
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No facebook,
No twitter,
No pinterest,
And why?
Lose focus,
Lose time and
Lose interest,
I try...
But,
Leave me to writing,
Don't "hate" fo..
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The smallest part
Of what we are,
Glides on the surface.
Tip of the iceberg,
Cutting through
A glassine sea.
Behind the eyes,
Tsunamis rise,
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