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I left my heart at the train station, / I left my stomach too.. / For this was the new "atomic train" / and off and away it flew. / I left all at the train station, / it was such a speedy ride. / That when they sl
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Stretch forth your arms and fly with me, over the silent green,
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I read through your author's page and this poem sprang to mind. So, yes, it is inspired by you. DS
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I hate that dreadful time of year, when lights shine in my door.
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I always talk about the mouse
that lives under my bed.
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Where once there was a void of space,
a universe was formed.
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Tinted wings and pale pink flesh,
crowned in softest golden hair,
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Heaven's Babe
by Sara E...
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You couldn't be my father,
but a sister I could be.
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Don't try to understand my need,
just listen while I do explain,
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In a dark, stone, hollow bastille,
where light is hidden to conceal,
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Satan never hurts the ones,
that aren't strong in Jesus' sight.
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Ah, the lack of inspiration,
is the problem we all face.
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Still my soul till peace I find,
not only in my heart, but mind.
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Darkened skies upon the sea,
mirror shadows back to me.
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Footsteps creaking on the stair,
to the attic of my home.
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Day 4
I've been stranded on an island,
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To my garden will I run,
away from all my woes.
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Its the object of my every thought,
my own Atlantis in the sky.
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Cavernous halls of earthen terrain,
concealed in the shadow's, dark secrets remain.
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Deep within the frozen tundra,
cold and barren, engulfed in snow.
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I've no idea where to begin,
to say what you mean to me.
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Deep within a cavern's hold,
in a world so dark and cold.
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Let me spend a day with You,
listening to Your voice.
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A calm melody softly floats through my ears,
easing my sorrows and wiping my tears.
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If I was told to change my face,
I'd roll my eyes and laugh.
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To follow rightly all these statutes,
in this time of hate and fear.
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Sometimes seeing is believing,
but sometimes its better to just have faith.
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Life is not just about me,
its about the people that I see.
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Etched along the green landscape,
there in lies my great escape.
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I've always written poetry,
at least for quite awhile.
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