Andrew Sean H Poems

Sleeping sound
Many you awaken

Sleeping sound
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VANQUISHER of the West Wind, tyrant of all
blossoms,
The whole of Autumn's colours are busy in its behoof;
One plain twig is set beneath my study window -
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The red candles are snuffed and brighten again;
The green flasks are filled to the brim.
I care not that the road ahead is long;
Only I fear that this night may be too short.
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What paper cuts best is the silence within myself
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They'll consider you a lesser
quiet in your ways
a dumbed down melon ball
with all the worlds pain at bay
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Orpheus looked upwards toward the sky

hoping more
wishing for
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Sensuous pages, turn me into your words.
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Everything is submissive to change

The stars the mountains and the wind swept plains
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Sway bound Moon
Full and round
Pitching wayward

Away into my thoughts
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The ring of a bell carries a consistent tone

A wave dispersing
reaching
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