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~Free verse~ (G) 
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I will sail to the end of the woodlands
on ebony barge and dory
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I am the hand that breaks the spell of night
and paints the morning sky with colours fresh;
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She opens her mouth and breathes a sigh, On sunny breezy days,
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stark chromatic
impressions
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My lover sends me spinning.
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by Beverlynohime
44 lines, 12 comments,
on Dec 5 2:03 AM 2008. In Thoughts, Life, Hope, Childrens, Child, Rain, Nature, Personification, Happy, Personal
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For Week Challenge Contest by Midnight-x-Rose
Day: Sunday
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I travel through life
Around the world
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He seems to be so angry and his heart is brisk and cold.
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Once there was a mountain; it peaked to the sky. Many tried to cross it, but the crevices were too deep, the slopes too steep. Many tried,
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Tossed on the rugged pavement be it sunshine, rain or sleet
Dragged through the streets into the ditch eating dust
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Rhyming decasyllabic quatrains
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The sun rose, a glorious red The moon fell, a deep blue,
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Are you real—
did they really grab you from the moon?
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The thunder takes a silent pondering moment
snapshots of lighting across the horizon
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I've sunk deep enough that the water is calm
but I still can remember the white water surface
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Coddled, nurtured,
ideal conditions surround
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The ocean is kissing her youngsters goodnight
Whispering through inlets and rivers and streams
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There are many important objects here
and I am one of those.
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BANGBANG.
(What. was. That.)
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Show me your depth, nocturne; brandish her core...
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so soft a name
for a hurricane
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Years rolled by
dusting its cover,
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Well, It's Not Real... But that's How I Felt About My Ex Travis
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come, visit
and be refreshed
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abandoned on weedy spur
feeling derelict
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in this life of hunt and hound
the tenderfoot
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This helium I've been given must last me
I cannot breathe out without risking death
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My garden wants to welcome me,
with wine and warmth; while waiting
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Like the sun rises in the eastern sky,
Chasing aside darkness in new day’s wake,
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Dolls. Alive. Something to compare our lives to. Come read and tell me what you think
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Standing tall against the waves and ripples
Stands alone so she may reflect undisturbed
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Yawning awake from their long wintry rest
They rise with a statuesque grace
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