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Autumn’s summer
Sorrow’s mist
on field and mind
know he is growing older.
Walked the way
to here and now
but softly wearing thin..
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Destinata cantanta
Destinata cantanta,
it does not matter
if words make sense
we make them up
as we go.
Destinata cantanta,
ice sparkling i..
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I play with words.
Sometimes I win.
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Prayer
Gently we the song
of the prayer of life,
to behold the stars of eternity,
shield-bearers to infinity.
Gently we who live
in summer&rsq..
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After the storm
Silence of night
in the silence of guns
bullets spent
on the silence of soldiers,
lives flew out
after the silence of prayer,
..
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a man
can't slit
this side of the deal
doesn't want to eat
whilst self-deceptions ambrosia
churns
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thunderstorms of childhood
lightening ripple of God
rain over tears
and life was
dreaming
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Never dance
green wet his feet
in summer's morning fields.
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drowning eyes
fire of stars
insanity your guide
softly plays staccato
nestled in oak,
Puck
awaits
your dream.
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Stitched in her seams,
seeds, daisies, orange leaves.
Age embraces
the harshest storm.
Still she loves
scent of grass.
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