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Today winter breaks its season now begins
with giant fluffy snowflakes
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My dearest true Friend and Love,
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A fall pear in a basket at the market lay colored with red covering its green. I always loved those red pears, my favorite in the fall and
by Dixie Dawn
127 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 17 3:43 PM. In Life, Death, Love, Memories, Mothers, Family, Fall, Autumn, Personal
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The heaven of my life cries with humbleness
when it is I have found
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At the sunrise of one Georgia morning
I sat with in a field of pure green grass,
by Dixie Dawn
40 lines, 5 comments,
on Oct 16 10:35 PM. In History, Life, Love, Pain, Thoughts, Civil War, Death, Soldier, Widow
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Sweet autumn of my memory oh that sweet time bye and bye
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There is only one way to release the pain of my soul
I must write for you my fado allowing myself to sing
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Look upon this boy and you'll see
a soul to perfect to stay with me
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And she waits, upon billowing cloudsin the realm of her dreamsfor that perfect lovethat which she carries in her soulliving a life without paineven, just for one day She is herthe princess of her beingresiding deep insidethat
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I'll wait for you, in the next life to be
you'll find me laying, beneath an old oak tree
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"Sarah" – By Dixie Dawn – Transliteration/Version/Translation: AEBBY
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Sights of cotton fields do take me back whenas a tomboy, the land I so did loveand daddy my gift from above amentaught me to walk those rows, our life thereofI drug a tow sack, I did like a boyI stuffed it with bolls until it
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The ringing in his ears progressed to a dull roar,
and a light cloud, almost like dust,
by Dixie Dawn
46 lines, 10 comments,
on Jul 28 9:32 PM. In Contest, Death, Dying, Pain, History, Soldier, Civil War, Life, Sad, Thought
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Her basket full of fishes, she carries themsometimes atop her headwalking from the shoresea salt upon her lipssinging to herself hushed ton
by Dixie Dawn
4 lines, 9 comments,
on Jul 28 8:26 AM. In Contest, Life, Portugal, Lisbon, Saudade, Thoughts, Travel, Past, Personal
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If I let go, If I allow it....
The desire I feel drives me almost insanethe simple thought of you forming for me heatsparking into flames
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Sunflowers of yellow goldand peach trees along in rowsour naked feet we dipped in the creeka kiss of wind upon was upon our cheeks Thick bl
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The monster, it has taken her away from me. She's not the same girl, so confusing to me bear it.
by Dixie Dawn
29 lines, 12 comments,
on Jul 14 8:50 PM
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I wanted to write for you something specialthough talent as a poet, I do not possesonly my soul and a penare the gifts I can offer at best
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I wonder if to him, it mattered today
if I were to go away
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The sea which does exist
in that land far away
by Dixie Dawn
15 lines, 26 comments,
on Jul 6 9:39 AM. In Contest, Sea, Ocean, Portugal, Saudade, Longing, Personal, Thoughts, Life, Love
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Upon days a heaviness weighs on me
I wonder do my talks with thee atone
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I'm reminded back to my days of old
When each other's hand we all did hold
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Through your hand I’ve discovered paths As you are the model for all my memories
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Does Time really mean anything when yesterday was so long ago
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The monster, I accept, it is
that has taken her away from me
by Dixie Dawn
49 lines, 10 comments,
on Jul 3 8:52 AM. In Contest, Personal, Pain, Sad, Abuse, Life, Thoughts, family, addiction
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She wrote of feelings from her soul that he read without comprehension, however,
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Take a trip with me
and see if you will
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A daughter they did have
a way yonder back then
by Dixie Dawn
38 lines, 9 comments,
on Jun 30 4:51 AM. In Contest, Life, History, Thoughts, Family, Children, Parents, Soldier, Nature
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If you didn't forget me, where you've now gone
just come back to me, one more time,
by Dixie Dawn
47 lines, 15 comments,
on Jun 27 3:51 PM. In Contest, Prose, Life, Death, Thoughts, Past Life, Twin Soul, Soul Mate, Civil
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There are days my heart, is so heavy but full I wonder if my talks with thee full-fill
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Cowgirl I am I love my jeans
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Sitting on a park bench
beside a great willow tree
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I'm Billy Yank,
that's what they say,
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The sole of his boot, sunk into the earth's land
tow sack on his shoulder, palming seeds in his hand
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