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What happens when the dark clouds part
and I see you just as you are,
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Endurance,
like everything it seems,
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Their cement hearts beat in like confusion
dodging bullet rain drops
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Steam swirled off the hot streets
as rain drops exploded on the asphalt,
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No one can see clearly in darkened rooms, imperfections fading into the night
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The oceans are endless, much as our love;
waves of fervor lapped around cobalt skies
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Sometimes you can touch the moon
even if it is only a reflection on water;
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The allure of an amber glow upon branches
influences the night
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Quiet minutes pass as she has nothing to write for, or at least nothing to share with the people who move in and out of her life. A few se
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Dazed and cornbread stuffing confused
I sit with a sweet potato grin upon my face,
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The sun draped overhead
and her feet gently rubbed against the blanket;
by annother
35 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 27 9:47 AM
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Martha, much like endless days
sang to me in the unyielding sun,
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Your words are eloquent,
the tender bits of yourself hidden within,
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Unseen gestures tangle the flowing ribbons of Aurora while whipping through the winds entrusted to contingency,
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Pearls of breath rise in the quixotic water
rippling the seemingly calm surface to the core,
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She sings upon pages
in such a way that even trees stand still to listen,
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I’m sure I look like I’m glowing,
laptop arched against my legs looking down upon my face;
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The dust settled beneath the square aptly marked Monday and a veil of concrete sentiment awaited,
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Lain between the petals of amber desires whisper with baby's breath,
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Call forth abstruse seasons of fancy
as vagaries wash foreseen semblance from the skies,
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I deprive myself of fastened thoughts
as daunting winds build snow drifts,
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One the first day,
much like all others
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At times I recall the cabin
in the silence of night that calms me,
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My voice of reason was absent the last few day.
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I toss leaves of fire carelessly before you
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The sky can not fall from hands that hold it
even when shaky and weak from misuse,
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Romance caught her hair with a twist and twirl
as she stood in the barren field waiting for him,
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