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My reflection stares back from the broken mirror
Distorted pieces staring from shards of broken mirror
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Sprinkled across the dark winter sky
Shining diamonds in plentiful supply
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Fated lovers we have become
Despite the angry words of some
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Before the sun rose,
I finished my Morning Prayer
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Morning pushes through darkened skies
Pale sunlight dulled by winters gray
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In every newly blooming season
One can question, what’s the reason?
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Hours of days past, unite
And speak of passing time
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A cold storm brewing gaining power
Strengthening intensity by the hour
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Beseeching eyes find March’s moon
Glowing pristine against black skies
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Waking to the awesome glory of God
Not needing to put on any false façade
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Flawed in some indescribable way
A diamond shining, yet somehow astray
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Today she awoke before the sun
just as she did every day.
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Traveling along a country path
Catching summer birds mid bath
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Light as a feather my soul now soars free
No longer cluttered with evil drug debris
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Waves spit themselves on shore
Catching walker unaware
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Sweet touch departs
The seas come between
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Sad songs echo in empty halls
No ears left to hear their tune
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Spring has now come into full bloom
Still I cannot escape this gloom
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Rain falls upon the mountaintop
Creating a river without stop
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A warm blanket that fits just right
Peaceful as snowflakes in the night
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Accountability...
For actions we take
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Oily night slithers around
Warping words of sorrow
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Whispered words coast across my confused mind
Thoughts to express them I’m trying to find
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Dancing between hot drops of rain
Imprisoned in this world of pain
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It started as words across the screen
He treated me as his own queen
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It beckons
in whispered suggestions.
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A collaboration between myself and one of my very best friends...(Who is not a member here)
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Every afternoon with an 8 year olds undying belief in miracles
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In glimpses of mosaics,
light dances hungrily,
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The moon boasted itself
in a perfect sphere.
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Sheathed
in shimmering emerald scales
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As I sit here, separated from my legacy,
my tears become my ink.
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Hypnotic waves lapped gently
barely kissing the heart pine
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Moments pass, melting into hours.
Lion chilled air prickles her exposed flesh.
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I’ve left my purple converses in the foyer,
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