alan robertson Poems

If you could see as I did see
White blossoms on an ancient tree
And sense the fragrance on the breeze
Slight trace.
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The flowers are all
blooming in the park,
the tulips and the daisies,
can you see them in the dark?
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I dozed in the early morn.,
Listening as my fingertips
spoke to the world,
But I only intended to write
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Upon a tree infested hill,
Wind-blown and golden,
My leafy love sits waiting,
A lonely monarch
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Your glow
touches soft snow
then retreats in silence
as the morning sun
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The tides...
Rise with the falling moon,
Spreading out with no limit,
To a distant shore,
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