Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

I dreamed I was a little bird
thrown to the winds of chance
a timid sparrow flitting 'bout
much too afraid to dance
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Get back basics
uncover the source
early beginnings
no more remorse
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How swiftly winds
of earth and sky
fly
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To stand apart
to step out of the stream
this circulation
you lose yourself
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It was an empty forlorn lot
no focal point to rest
the eye and take a closer look
by nature to be blessed
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Had I not stood on the crater
of perdition's rocky ledge
had the spewing of hot lava
not left skin and nerves on edge
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in this life we're oft found striving
climbing toward wishes, goals
running hither and then thither
urging, surging in our roles
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In my life I knew no journey
no direction and no way
never did I climb a mountain
never had too much to say
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His eyes grew dim as age crept up
days blurring, often gray
but when the shroud of night arrived
street lights burst forth with rays
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The myths of time have spoken
Of creatures who can see
In every known direction
On land and far off sea
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