feminamusica
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for our roadtripA Poem by feminamusicasouvenir of a lovely roadtrip to mendocino years ago |
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these smilesA Poem by feminamusicamoon and intuitionpull me toward relationand joyous deliverancefrom outgrown waysI see new possibilitiesbright roads aheadmy feet draw energyfrom fert.. |
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mirrorA Poem by feminamusicain waitingthis last endhas turned my eyes outkeeps me wonderingopen as a mirrorthe world pours through mesometimes I get a little sadfinding sharp edg.. |
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the self aligns to the selfA Poem by feminamusicathe self aligns to the selfI step outside of the old constraintsinto clarity and lightthe old is not of meI walk to where I hear new musicheralding a .. |
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waning crescentA Poem by feminamusicanearing the dark of the moonI honor her with carerespecting the slow timeand the working timeshe informs me of silence I have not asked her yet to sin.. |
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standstillA Poem by feminamusicaI notice as I speak that my voice is far awayI am disengagedbefore it was a haunted place that I lovedmy skull is fullI remember too muchit pours out .. |
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I clutch the sliversA Poem by feminamusicaafter finding a placewhere I hide from youI see your firefrom a darknesswhere words fall coldyou shine enough for meto look backto a place that shatt.. |
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remember of the moonA Poem by feminamusicaremember of the moonover the sky over and intothe space between my eyesmy book words fly outand tether me to the globebut I am high as a kiteon a silv.. |
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invitationA Poem by feminamusicamiss you whether your hair is long or gray it would be sweet to sing with youyour piano strings stretched across space between us I don’t know w.. |
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I creak like an old tree in winterA Poem by feminamusicacrash... with a gentle voicelooking for angelsI was not there where you areI was not thereI creak like an old tree in winterwaiting for the sunthese w.. |
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