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Happy Holidays❤️🕊️🌎💚
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She glides, with darting, swift lightning-strikes of neon green,
Impossibly bright quicksilver flight,
Across and through bursting hues of ripe foli..
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..for Hope.
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Listen closely,
Poems arising from NatureWhisper themselves alive,Beneath the consciousness
Of each day, each minute,
Insinuating, appearing, sound..
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Morning proffers a poem,
As steel gray Mourning Dove alights,
Perching on an iron-latticed,
Rustic, rusted chair back.
With graceful turn of silve..
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As some literary classic books are now banned in Florida public schools.
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Never giving as much as is needed,
Or being good as I’m needed to be,
Still I stand ‘neath a sun
Of a thousand sons, and daughters,
S..
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Evening unveils a smokey blue outline, barely perceived,
Until eyes detect the slow, mystical and graceful motion,
Of this shadow-bird, this seeming..
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At the center of it,
In the eye of the storm,
Reality is abstract, amorphous,
Subject to ghosts and gusts of time,
And arbitrary winds.
Rain pelt..
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Stopping by
To say hello
I miss you more
Than you can know
I wait for life
To settle down
To give me time
To scribble down
A few brief words
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