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Branches fully laden, garlands of white
sun glistens through the trees, at early dawn
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Assume infinity in the face of finite,
finding solution in darkness rather than light.
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Blue clings to a vaulted sky,
cotton candy clouds turning pink
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Have you ever thought, while you sit around and rot,
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Beauty is in the eye of the holder, you'll understand that when your older,
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I see you in a jar, kept there for how beautiful you are,
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We have enough Turkey for Christmas dear.
Not is we are in Florida hun !
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O Lord ! Watching your dawn
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Look at the trees.
Oh my!
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Rainbow molten into an elixir of colours afloat in silver bowl
The heat of a meandering comet lured by gravity
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trembling in snow the weathered facelessness
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skinny dipping we frighten off
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calm lake waters two lovers in a small boat
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Old life passed, established, sweet memories
New taken hold by the humanities.
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Sweet smell of wood smoke through forests of pine clings very tightly to Autumn’s chill breeze,
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never had a friend like you my darling one
summer friend of windy days
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by Brook-1
24 lines, 2 comments,
7 hours ago. In Contest, Dark, Life, Nature, Other, Pain, Thoughts, My own style, Noguest
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Such a beautiful, beautiful day Blue sky glows up there
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within me longing yellow leaves bristle up
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bull moose in willows the way his big ears move
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The sockeye salmon swim from Idaho Once spawned they splash upstream to ocean seek
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Daylight changes form right in front of me and I wander in it’s shadows,
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I lay there simply, begging for prayer to some degree.
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Faces change, people change,
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Ride the season's tide of Highway Ten,
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Romance, ecstasy, passion and ultimately love
Are so powerful the human drive.
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Sky blue grey a raincloud hovers Storm’s brewing, Winds whistling sadly
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I went to England a few years back,
And was mesmerized,
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I am sitting her e on the sores of the Tieton river
where my grandfather sued to fish for steel-head and trout.
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a full moon on a still night
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frigid winter morn the stillness of deer tracks
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into cold iron sights
of the hunter's aim
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Distant across a quiet night’s sea illusionary lights are twinkling bright
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The voice of the valleys answer my plea
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The sunlight paused to revere Ivory skin through silken slits.
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