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her feathers ragged, dirty and soiled in the deep, dark
places you trod with glee
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To the world that is around me
There a few of us, it seems
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Let my heart soar under the moonlight; Let the gentle breeze caress me;
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In the light I slept
in silence awoke
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Is this the end of all mankind, what madness
do I see, Creations gone and all is lost,
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still retained in this small heart:
the moon calls out with urgency
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This very same rights, that were fought, bled and died for. This very same privilege that people in other Countries do not have
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Frogs sing of love to one another
along the banks in the tall grasses
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or, "Meter is in the Eye of the Beholder"
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even in death, the land remembers and celebrates them as they slowly decompose and feed the forest
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Not a total eclipse of the sun, a partial
like trying to remember a whole face
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Dedicated to those who love planet gazing!
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a storm paused amidst furious might,
with thoughts that enter my head
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mighty Crone, ruler of the underworld
and of the wanning and dark Moon
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of a bloodied warrior,
viewed at the time of death
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some say no, you use no form,
you don't write in sonnet
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Deep in my imagination,
where all things are possible,
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No Political or Religious Boundries,
Face of Humanity
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Ares eyes surveying the land
Blood-lust, Violence, Rape and Plunder
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To let go forth once again,
Against those who would dare
Take that which is sacred to Her
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what should I do first
perhaps I was wrong
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Have you ever tried to catch the world in your lungs?
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Sorry, I forgot to change the title. 
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two wholes that make a third
joined in the mystical realm
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renew and refresh the senses
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gossomer thoughts
gently brushing
against mine
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