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Like an infant’s crib Soft nest of birdlings bring sleep While mother does chores #

This woman I knew from Cordoba Could charm the eyes of a cobra But that’s all in my past A snake bit her a*s And now I try hard to stay ..

paintings depict each church saint with an aura behind his head, a halo, an elliptical neon light. It represents the saint’s bright soul..

someone tell the flowers after autumn lays them low hope’s buried in seeds #

seasons come and go fall prepares us for winter when we miss autumn #

descending from oaks fall leaves recall green summer with sad nostalgia #

Solomon had his songs to sing. He strummed them on his lyre. You could tell the joy he’d bring. His lover’s eyes on fire. Trista..

Battlefields of blood One day will grow bright flowers When all the wars end #

When night comes and I am lying in my bed Anxious to fall asleep ghosts appear From two walls and the dark closet I thought I locked secure ..

Be careful of the bridges that you burn, Those relationships you toss into the fire. Of the future there is not much to learn. We only know the n..