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A crescent moon arose,
wrapped in a flimsy shroud.
Alluring garment that she chose,
a slinky, silver cloud.
Sparkling..
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Sneakers pounding
the country dirt road,
Air slapping against lungs,
leaves crunching
beneath quick steps.
Raindrops gently descend,
Caressin..
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She is here, then gone.
She floats upon a current of air,
looking unsuccesfully for a place to land.
Her breezyfragrance fills the room,
l..
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Disillusionment is a good thing, in all actuality. Reality came suddenly crashing through the door, you looked up at it and by doing so, you broke ..
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"There is a right time for everything: A time to be quiet, a time to speak up."
Ecclesiastes 3:7, The Living Bible
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