Twisted leaves lay at my feet
As my back is torn and beat
Tears do not fall from my face
When I run the wind a race.
...
I miss you…
I miss you more than the moon which glows…
I miss you more than the trees that grow so tall…
I miss you so much that tears sometimes fall…
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A blue-purplish bruise
Marked its territory
Upon the woman
Who hid it from discovery.
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My life has been hectic
Like a bean on stings,
Living for others
And not living for me.
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The snow rose up upon the mountain
As a harsh and ravishing wind
Surrounds the beauty by circling
Down into an abyss
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