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 Such vague emotions skim the surface of her eyes. She's hard to read, with un-dilated pupils and cryptic smile. But there's a vastness in... [read more] |
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For the briefest span of a lifetime, I was a child once. Running carefree, arm and legs akimbo, head titled towards the sky. Singing silly... [read more] |
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So delicate angled between pale, laden shoulders. Created from tear-stained glass more valuable to her than Tiffany. Years of flight-ed fa... [read more] |
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I am what is here- faulty, imperfect scarred and marred no wishes, no pleas nor tears change what is reality lie cold before me like a fro... [read more] |
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I could stand among a throng of people compacted into one small room, but there's only you, -when you're so alone inside.... [read more] |
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Nor-Easter swoops through night encasing surroundings inches thick in frozen glass. Dawn brings forth a scene fairytale like for land is no... [read more] |
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Determined not to fade away, a victim of winter's wrath, a flower who should be dormant now, takes a different path. It stands there all... [read more] |
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Day turns dark, turns cloudy hail begins to pelt followed by a torrent rain frozen pellets now melt. Thunder crackles in the sky vibrating... [read more] |
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Trees have almost given up their warm clothing some hold on tightly to their remaining garments for fear of being exposed to their very bare... [read more] |
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The mountain air is heady with the scent of apples, ripe. Farms fill up with city-folk, there to pick the red, shining shapes. Branches... [read more] |
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On a span of wings feathers spread wide with eagles I'll soar on breezes I'll glide. Dipping, bowing with majestic grace I'll fly among the... [read more] |
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Weeping willows don't weep. Tall Pines don't pine. Isn't Petunia, that cartoon swine? Blue Bells don't ring. Tulips never speak. Buckeyes ca... [read more] |
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Caged so long- withering wings feathers fall to papered bottom amidst old news of yesterdays past door left unlatched she nudges i... [read more] |
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Look how it stands there- on gravity's stem, petals in form of beams stretching far out from its center- efflorescence in glorious prime... [read more] |
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Spring mourns not, winter's demise. It does not grieve nor eulogize. It gleefully bursts onto the scene, changing the brown back to the gre... [read more] |