I was a White Swan...
A Beautiful, soulful and sometimes frantic one..
I Frolicked in the lake and strutted free
Enjoyed every rising day
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You are always my Beautiful Beautiful Sister…
The one I am always so so proud of…
You are always the “Talented” one…
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As our beloved city lament over its trouncing loss…there are no tears…
As our beloved homes become vacant and even blank…there are no fear…
How astounding are our people? How amazing are their spirit?
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I, M
The angel,
Free in spirit, dancing across the star lit night…
High above all things, and with wings I- - fly…
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As Day turned into night,
and night is now turning into a new day...
Perhaps you are still sleeping deep...
An Angel is whispering? and who may she be?
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Believe in me is what i do...
Who else can i trust to see me through? ? ?
Only I - know what 'I' can do,
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Perhaps Stillness is not a bad thing...
And Coldness is alike to one’s essence at presence...
Everything is white – as Snow...
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Presence, Past, Present, Path, Pain,
Discovery, Destiny, Direction, Desolate,
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As the nights turn into days...
And the days drift into nights...
My thoughts are with you
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A poem in this moonless night…was it not only last night the moon shine bright? ? ?
Certain things come and go…But there are some that are not easily…forgotten…
Have not forgotten my past…
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