Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

Do you look good in purple,
Do you dare wear it?
If you ask this question,
You are not ready for
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There was a man whose span of years
Would never reach too far
Unlike his conquests of the world
Led by a lucky star
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Brambles, weeds and thorny thistles
Poke their heads from chain link wires
Whispering arcane epistles
Wind and summer rain inspires
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The day you came, I knew it
A prophecy fulfilled
For there had been much longing
Dreams hindered, thwarted, chilled
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I often wanted to
But never did
I often stretched my hand
But never touched
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Tell me truly, little gypsy
Do you hail from India
Persia, Siam, in the mountains
Or the coasts of Libya
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Of course they wore their red, white and blues
They always did the Wednesday before the Fourth
After all, they might not all live to see the Fourth
Being they were seniors
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I'm fractured and I'm broken
I need a healing source
to bind my wounds and bruises
and set a gentler course
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Gold orange crisp white purple
Ribbed fluted curled and grained
Twists pearly corals winding
Colors man never named
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Dreams remembered dreams forgotten
From mind's deepest caves begotten
Harsh kaleidoscopic showers
Bursting forth in midnight hours
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