Doris D Carr

In twilight a living cloud of words take flight.
The wind blows high throughout the night,
Emerging from mind's dark cave.
Light comes in mysterious waves,
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Turning the pages of memories
To the births and deaths to the summer we moved.
A bent page folds a black corner,
Above your face,
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As morning yawns its wakening
Down a sandy lane,
Velvet humming lifts billows of
White clouds high above
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Rapidly twirling to forces softly set
Re-echoing within the soul
Spirited leaps leave sense
Absorbed in ripples of grace
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