Thank you for the special gift,
that I hold so dear.
Maybe for the world its a priceful thing,
for me it is like a priceless tear.
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Dusky light
in a star filled sky
and the flow begins.
All I see is the light
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Seasons come and seasons go;
Colors have to change.
All I see, you standing tall
as time has its cards to play.
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To the burning soul
the thirst that makes it burn
and a fuel knowledge acts
to a many light is dawn.
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Poem; Poets write to read,
and never are understood when there,
But all these poems do make sense
when the poet is never there
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Words are that,
What I have,
They are there,
To share and care,
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i open my eyes
to see the sunrise.
When the fire lit ball
rises up in the sky.
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Whom should I offer this flower,
that has shown me dawn.
To my creator,
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He comes without a prior call
to deliver one from pain
he sees no ties, he sees no bond
he only sees flame.
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When vision be my friend,
the darkness be no bound,
all that I feel, I see,
my senses are profound.
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