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Lonely tears streaming
drown her weariness of life
reaching ever down,
she placed her love like flowers
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If I were a tree what kind would I be?
Would I see more of life
If I felt less strife?
Would my worth grow with time
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Comfort, comfort me Lord Jesus,
Comfort me in my distress
Wake me from this night of slumber
To Your light of peace and rest.
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Among the flowers of beauty bright
Upon leaves of green I sight
Graceful webs of intricate fashion
Of labor and of passion.
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My father's Roger Maris mitt
Was kept in perfect health.
It showed no wrinkles no blemishes
Nor flakes of skin.
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Into a vase I placed twelve roses;
I watered them with my love;
I chased away for at least awhile
The pain that kept her from smiling.
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I saw a twig from beneath the snow
Yet, nothing from this image proved
That life survived or life let go
The will or jewel or soul less moved
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A button, one knows is held tightly by thread
Secured to its post unwavering, it's said
That nothing, no nothing would wrest it apart
Or keep it from its dependable start.
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Alone on an island far and free,
Life survives amid the sea.
Neither wind nor swirling sand can tempt,
Life from its heavenly tent.
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The brevity of life shifts with the sand
As with the tide the waves so bend.
Further, further out to sea flows the hand
Of prosperity to plunder at depth's end
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Today, I was determined to fly a kite;
There was plenty of wind with no clouds in sight.
Most strenuously I checked the strength of the twine;
I didn't want any troubles fouling up my line.
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The price was worth it, so it seemed;
It was right and not a penny more.
Here the clock will sit,
Here it will count its days
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The airy chill, the somber still that autumn brings;
That musty smell from raking leaves
As you scratch your nose and loudly sneeze;
The scent of burnt wood lingers with the breeze,
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15.

Under warm blanket
I listen to silence scream-
avalanche darkness
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Beneath the waves I sank; darkness surrounded me
Silence wrapped its hands around my strangled plea.
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My feet are cold; my tiredness lingers.
My back aches from stooping so low.
Dampened by the frigid water below,
I breathed warmth into my numbing fingers.
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Blackened smoldering
Wood rising steam hazy sun
Autumn dew dripping
Blooming flower brilliant red
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Into the forest I go
To cut myself some wood;
A cabin I’ll build,
A shelter from the cold.
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You watched me as a child
Grow stronger every day;
It was your love that fed me
And sped me on my way.
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Lonely tears streaming
drown her weariness of life
reaching ever down,
she placed her love like flowers
upon her stalwart, best friend.

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