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When cherry blossoms drift, through familiar air who always lingers in, i see you. In fragments of the flowering beauty, that seems to find me in the surprise, your voice, the softest touch to live, and your face, growing in grounds where true beauty lies. And through veins that run up and down through shared arms, the arms we share between cosmic lights. i feel you in the worlds all - in my all. ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
And hidden in fragments of snowfalls crescent, through bitter afternoons, thoughts wonder through sounds, of heels clanking rough on the ribbon of painted sidewalks. I hear the chant, and I feel the winds carrying entices of church bells whispers. I come to a halt. I allow this soul to escape and seethe through a nights warming cold, when skies cascade to darkness, I am welcomed with the open arm... » Continue Reading
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is peace sealed from sight? a chain of thriving survivalists strive, through warps of a violet sky, passed with our all, within palms of envy, fall beneath a soft brush of safety, beneath an angels cry, lays a miseries whisper, who weaves its evil through civil bodies. will the soul abandon? to live with stars who float upon a phantom support, digging deep for a single escape, a task too hard to l... » Continue Reading
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if i glance up at the stuck moon and the leaned branch of lingering autumn that i hope never leaves and if i feel the warmth of the sun who sails along cold bittered air it carries me to you through waters that drown in forever blue and stars that radiate fierce feelings of you your touch, heavens pure kiss a line of joy that fills all time with bliss when moments fall slim » Continue Reading
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and often, when i think back, the tender things i treasured become yet evil in eye, from the feathers that would fly, turns to a dagger- who drove a man to die. And heavens pure place, comes curdling beneath thy face. the beautiful melody that plays, where a dying man lays. » Continue Reading
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forced to fling my soul upon, palms of growing gloom, and wounds drove by my minds lethal dagger. tender skin stabbed, the wound it seemed both sore and sad, to my own eye. and while they swore my palms were mad, they swore the heart would die, left to bleed through moonlights harsh hold, that breathing would tighten, and divided morality would soon mold. but soon a mystery came to light, that sho... » Continue Reading
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