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~Come, share with me
Nature’s blessed bounty~
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~Deepened breaths claim, remain,
single thoughts loiter, sustain,~
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~At this moment to become nurtured the nurturer
a passport through each realm only peace at the helm~
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~As a heartbeats delight cascading
Upon a waterfall a host a ghost~
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Generated through cosmic propulsions; constant evolutions
timeless energies expelled, exploded, as certain as sun’s rays
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This Christmas Angel was wandering
in the snow she needed to know
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~a smile on her face a tray in her hand her master piece Bűche de Noël
a Yule Log in the fire; and mother’s wizardly, chocolate, confectio
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~The snow queen waves her magical, pulsating, scepter
as she sculpts, molds, winter’s solstice, mystique & wonder~
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~Lost as a sprite, hologram, poignant vision,
A mere shadow delving:~
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Excellent song/poem wonderfully orchestrated!! Well done poet!
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~Memorable moments claim me
insurmountable becomes surmountable~
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~ plea for help an anguished cry
Slips her lips as surely as a bird would fly~
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~soon a crowd gathers as sounds comfort heaven’s stars
Some hum, some sway, to the tunes and ring out a few bars~
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~the cosmos renditions amorphous editions
become discourse echoing mystical glories~
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poetic nuance
now nature’s inspiration
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~a blue moon mesmerizes, tantalizes,
as her heart questions loves puzzles~
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~The Wind Walker comes to pray
he is in each to stay~
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~crimson lips full; graceful, refined,
large luminous brown almond eyes~
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~a mere object – lost a derelict
speechless, dumb, - here I succumb~
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Mastery of skill; a poet’s amazing quill
All forward all efforts become her will
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~The creek bed blow at times dry – seems now to ripple
nurturing these roots as the bark becomes supple~
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Poetry becomes excision of soul...
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Deep craggy crevices define -
the character of one lost to time
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~But you see its only the man in the moon
simply, plainly, smiling, through the pane at me~
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A mere glimpse
passion was once
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~I shied away from a distance to watch her play
Perchance, to quietly advance – observe the dance~
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~Written in the heavens by the blinking stars
in the legends of the earth - recorded by tree rings~
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~as angels take watch and keep
cradled in loving arms to sleep~
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~The small hand; politic, cherubic, by the very instinct
seeks, divines, nurturing faith as large hands suture~
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The chimes of truth are often prophetic & poetic...
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~perchance a prank of the eye it seems
nestled in a hammock; bows & limbs~
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~Vapors part yellow skies gave way to cosmic dust
echoing winds part there an attenuate mortal~
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~“bęte noire”; the legend, long since judged
susurrations echo long before the reprobate appeared~
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~The mantle of cognition bares truth
set free upon nature’s disruptive seas~
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~beneath the falls a shimmering mist
gypsy-like feet dance & prance~
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