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They
look at us with the eyes of thosewho do
not know a thorn from a rose.A thorn
pricks and the rose pleases,beauty
after all, never really cease..
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The black sky wore
a garland of lilies.
That’s all I remember
of the day.
That’s all I want
to remember.
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Fading shadows lighted the way
as I walked through the woods
and saw the leaves sway
like I never could.
No pain could weigh them down,though the ..
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Pristine and pure,
untouched yet broken.
So seemed the face
of dreams unspoken.
Hopeless hope betrayed
and in the end it
shattere..
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I sit beneath the clouds
and look at the sky
above, and below
as the words start to flow
like a game of habit
where pearls of glass
glint under ..
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I looked down the sad
and drowsy city lane.
He saw my gaze approaching,
the man who carried a cane.It was a snowy evening,
cold, even by the fires..
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Muffled sounds of feeton a blanket of snow,sounded like a whisper,a whisper in the know.The rustling of the leaves sangthe song of a life leaving,dest..
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Black as death the gloomy sky,a gentle breeze, the morning nigh.The wind, a faint breath, leaving the realm,of monsters and men, ascending into the he..
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I used to sit there,beside the fireplace,watch her dance around,in her frock of pretty lace.The warmth of her presencewas warmer than the fire,being w..
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Cradled in her arms,sleeps an innocent soul.As white as a dove,he has known only love.His face rests uponthe shoulder of his mother.His gentle breathi..
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