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What is this thing
that we have called
Passion. Overwhelming,
Breathing deeply, screaming
inside - energy so deep
it must be let out
or we will ..
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I wrote a song today
and filled it full
of echoes oflonely gray --
the words became meaningless
lost in the music, and I
lost with it, heart betr..
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The music starts, slowly;
asoft caress, a gentle chime,
and soon the trees are
caught up, moving in time.
They sway like young lovers
at thei..
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A woman finds Christmas not to be what she expected
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Sitting, waiting, watching
the near full moonglowing
in time as she
rises slowly through
the ocean of twilight-blue.
Glimpsing only! Shy, sh..
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