AshUHlee DurrENDuh Poems

A single hand of five fingers smoothed themselves steadily against a grey metal railing. Two tiny black beads absorbed its atmosphere as primary colors lightened themselves of yellow and red in her two irises. Split hairs waved behind her face as every strand danced to the rhythm of the downfall of what many claim to be known as 'The Seven wonders of the world'.
Few people will ever know that these Falls are not listed under the seven. But for those who not only see the peace within its water... But FEEL inside themselves the peace have made their own determination that Niagara Falls, may not be the seven wonders of the world but is most certainly a wonder of the world. And if so, it has the chance to be added to the list. Of number eight? As the symbol of this number can be interoperated into infinity. Everlasting love, can not only be seen but heard.
Two ears of a drip, accelerating to a broad descent of the force in gravity. Niagara Falls sound.
As crashing m, thrashing, hurrying waves fade into calm still water.
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Love.
What is...
Love?
Young to old age...
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twelve months
three hundred and sixty-five days in one year
Nine Eleven Two Thousand Twelve
Heads turn side ways
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The night grew darker as the hour went by. Wrapping your canvas as my cheeks pealed upwards forming a smile. Closing my eyelids I visioned her smile... Her joy as my heart grew bigger with warmth. I knew she was going to love her canvas... I should have painted her a whole wall dedicated only to her love, care and compassion. I opened my eyes to see the two shirts unfolded with tags still on them.
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Slowly walking through the damp grass, eyeing an area with wooden tables with benches, over a timbered roof. He called the Tobacco Shack.
Stepping closer with each converse toward, she ran her fingers upon the wooden table turning around to face a vacant open space of grass. Memory flashed through her mind, as she pulled out a hacky-sack from her book bag.
Matthew and her used to always hack in that area. Squishing the hacky sack in between her palms.
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In a wide, never ending
Everlasting Green field
Streaks of Light
Coated each damp strand of Grass
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Time.
Does it exist?
To confuse one another?
In DNA species
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Of whom he or she
Digs inside to analyze
And reveal
The Hidden Truth of ones
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I taste a liquor never brewed -
From Tankards scooped in Pearl -
Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an Alcohol!
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