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| RARE MOMENT 2006 Like the sky; vast and encompassing, a veil of silver lace mist envelops a stand of deepest green. The bright scent of pine and fresh morning dew. Listening to the soft cadence; the pattering of falling dew on fallen leaves. A quietness decends, not so different, and as rare as the morning fog. Pain melts into rainwater flows through rock and soil, filtering away impurities, memories, despair and leaving behind water beyond pure; touched by the bones of Mother Earth. |
| RAINY DAY The rain falls, From a sky to bright to be called grey. And I�m so fat today; Aren�t I lucky? Enough to have so much I can complain about it And worry about not having enough. Lucky enough to mope and Write poetry And get paid. So I walk further, The rain stops. A curl of my hair blows in my eye, Orange and yellow like The leaves trying to turn colors. But just trying. |
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