Cheyenne Ringuette

sherbet skies
against city lights
swimming in oceans of purple clouds
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Though it's taken some time
I am now letting go
because goodbye is just a window
to another hello
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White doves and black sparrows
sing the melodies they hold
with unspoken words
that speak to my soul
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Be my ship
Be my shore
The lock and key to my cellar door
Please...keep me from fading
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Artistically scarred
Beautifully broken
Each shattered piece
A most precious token
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Slipping away
like water through my fingers
funny how sweet memories bring
pain that tends to linger
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If words were not so fragile
and loyalty not so rare
would literature hold a right to compare?
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So fleeting a flutter
an unconscious glimpse
of visions that utter
lost rememberence
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