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Voices rising in memory delight fading from me A blurred image unrestorable familiar once stifling edges of my window |
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Sentimental poetry with unpretentious uniqueness conceived objectively weighs gracefully of difference |
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Filter through the clouds My thoughts I cannot convey They flutter downward |
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Every petal bows down to the great I Am giving Him homage |
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Food crumbs and overflowing dishwasher crispy butter toast soft fat flesh delicious cooking a laugh and giving memories of mother |
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A youth's fears and dark battlefields spills down war-time to home and a blood-stained borderline |
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Peaceful and quiet The sun shining upon me I sit in His light |
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Rake leaves together Make piles of unending joy Jump, then laugh out loud |
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Chanting angel-voiced pen-worthy poets as spiritual vessels and desired writers of their intimate words diseased as mad philosophers |
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Up and down the roller coaster of my life never knowing if today I'll be high or low pain today gone tomorrow or is it gone today be here tomorrow |
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Murmur of autumn leaves whispers among centuries to silent weeping soldiers and an angel caressed with infinite grace |
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An icy silver barren branch of winter cools my heals 'til spring |
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The burst of warm sun and clouds drifting coolness of golden autumn leaves wash reddish sunsets across the earth |
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Fearlessly waiting ocean tides sweep me away to the world beyond |
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