alan robertson

If you could see as I did see
White blossoms on an ancient tree
And sense the fragrance on the breeze
Slight trace.
...

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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