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Drunken, pitched back, mouth agape --
the last drop of moonlight falling in,
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broken and burned by every doubt.
You seemed so sure and knowing
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Spring has come
to an end. The maple,
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Twixt the spark and feelings flame
is the moment when we can betray
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Long before the first hip cat
stepped out -- his strut sublime;
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Sun ripened
proud and full
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I walk the path
guided by the gray
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Family is a memory that recreates itself,
every generation finds the scar of its name
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Basalt etched
by time
by tomisb
39 lines, 32 comments,
on Aug 16 10:57 AM
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The tumbled opal,
polished to glow,
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Where once the moon watered the down,
the back of my hands silvered with tides,
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No matter how well the path is known,
each time we follow the course,
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The bough is bent the leaf to ground.
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The glow of the embers in this,
the last fire that shall warm us both,
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I'm not black but there are a whole lot of times I wish I could say I'm not white
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In the face of petulance and forbodding
I will ignore my reservations and and reserve
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I. A Moment’s Gift
We had talked the talk
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When love is a friend,
it never demands us to be
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I found you in the last shadows
stars created along the edge
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Imagine this cloth space.
Hands of an origami master
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Medicinal stew and eyedrops too,
doctors in concern about the way
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Parents are scarred by youth.
Children ravage the heart often .
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by tomisb
82 lines, 124 comments,
on Jun 19 5:44 PM. In Adult, Erotica, Sensual, Magical, Joy, Hope, Love, Spiritual, Laughter
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God is far more than we
can define by our beliefs.
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Between dawn and daylight,
when the sun mutates from promise
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Watch the foot prints fill.
Then, crumble. We are
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I am the wind.
Dancing with the ocean’s
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The lion may roar
but the roses will blossom still.
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When minutes dance to hours,
the sun, a rose in full flower,
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