An Angel knocked upon my door,
I could not understand what for,
And in a soft sweet voice he said,
Do you realise that you are dead!
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A waterfall becomes one continuous flow,
Tumbling down the hillside, to rocks below,
Sending up a spray of such luminous mist,
Showering the whole of nature, which is kissed
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I feel as though, there's a numbness in my head,
But I'm not dead,
My brain is fighting through thick clouds of fluff,
Indistinguishable stuff,
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Fly me across the wild hills in autumn,
With soft amber shades, brown, russet and brick,
Peach, copper and bronze all blending together,
A carpet of sadness, in this sight so tragic.
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A Puffer fish was in a cross huff,
he had suddenly run out of puff.
‘How can I keep my system alive,
when danger to me, might well arrive‘.
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Conducted by a cool gentle breeze,
like silent bells, the flower heads swing.
So many giving out songs unsung.
Oh, how their voices need to ring.
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A ripple of water,
A deluge of rain,
A vacuum of silence,
A torment of pain,
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Rain down on me pure gentle drops of peace,
Let me descend beneath your cleansing balm.
Infusing the soul with a potent sense of calm,
Giving the mind, a wonderful release.
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The Stadium was ready for a thrilling floodlit game,
All the Fans were there, eager to give acclaim.
Out ran the teams, rearing to play their part,
Along with the Referee, who was anxious to start.
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He laughed and I laughed with him,
He joked and I joked too,
He smiled and took away despair,
And with it, the doldrums flew.
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