Blossoming from the rock
A soul of a desperate lock
Becomes one with the blue moon
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A mother is a child
She is younger than her children
That is why she learns from them
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Love is a Dagger
The shining Silver
Loves greatest Gold
Beautifully enriched
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So tense am I
The falling sky
Holding my breath
Until the Death
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The helping hands
Of God’s greatest plans
Save the day
More than I can say
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Words are a scene
Created by an artist
Portrayed by letters
This is a painting,
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The Ultimate Question
What If?
The sky was green
The sea, tranquil and placid
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A Beautiful Light
Oh how I cry at its beauty
Shining so lovingly
I wait to visit this Garden
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Part of me
plans on living forever
and then
part of me plans
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Let me kiss away
Your tears
Those darling little fires
That burn the face so red
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A Lover......Nah! ! ! !
(nothing to argue about)
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A free soul that loves COW. I'm young and proud but don't let that get in your face overlook what you see on the top and dig deeper. ~Inkweaver)
Blue Moon
Blossoming from the rock
A soul of a desperate lock
Becomes one with the blue moon
Hues of blue and gray
A due of death today
A blue moon rises in the west
It seemed so long ago
When the moon was so-so
And never went to the side of the blue
Now life is happening
And flowers are dying
The moon so blue is in the middle of the night sky
A love is a death
With a beginning and end
Just like the blue moon
With the beginning of a new day
The moon is hidden
And a new life is born
Unlike the moon of blue
Copyright 2006 Dustin Bennefield
Your comprehenion exceeds time, age or space.It comes from a soul, that confession is good for.Stay encouraged and write.The barriers need you for closing them.
Dustin is an amazing young man who writes from his heart. ~Starr