I walked into the chilly air,
this cool, November night.
The brightest star, called Sirius,
attracted soon, my sight.
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The cool night had drawn to a close,
when from my warm bed I arose.
I soon turned up the heat,
and the warmth felt so sweet,
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Sometimes the word that must be heard,
flows from a distant shore,
that on the whole can touch the soul,
and reach into one's core.
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Hard jostled by elbows and crowded by shoulders,
I walked through a desolate, blight stricken town.
Men hunted employment, thieves sought helpless victims,
and aged men searched for a place to lie down.
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I see the sun will not come out;
the skies continue gray.
The dead leaves rustle all about:
lost souls that went astray.
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White clouds, those fluffy gilt-edged popcorn balls,
still fight to dominate the frigid sky.
Day turns to darkness as the sun’s glow falls:
retreats behind a frozen earth, to die.
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In gulps, some men prefer their love.
Some take their love in sips,
but all will swear by stars above,
the best is sugarlips.
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The world should shake and tremble, in a quake,
and from primeval waters should emerge,
commingled and united by some surge
of fate, this woman, matched by fate's decree
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Of red, I am the chronicle
and name I now, on numbered page,
each episode: love, hate and rage,
that blinds your heart, obscures your trail,
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Rain drops forever on each rose,
and keeps the scent from fading;
the memories that claim my heart,
as ever, are pervading.
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