Hold a seashell to your ear...
Rest upon it's tranquil tide,
breathe it's calming breezes here,
bring it's subtle strength inside.
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Love without hope must be my calling.
Calling, just hoping to hear it ring.
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Wind, waiting while her rainstorm gathers,
gathers up the orphaned Leaves,
leaves some tucked in between the rocks,
rocks some to sleep beneath the Trees.
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Yes, breathe...
Breathe...! Gasping, into light you're thrown,
Like glass, your turning leaf is blown
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At midnight, he'll propose a toast
and raise to them a fluted glass
as they gaze, muted, at their host.
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What will the rain say?
It falls the day your father goes to ground
and palls all hope he loved you anyway,
as it recalls the countless flaws he found.
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When you catch the Christmas spirit,
spirit it away some where,
where there will be loved one's near it.
It will be so happy there.
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A thing of beauty on her wrist
is confiscated by a nurse
who looks for items soldiers missed
in places (and by means) much worse.
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Flakes from earths thin winter coat
coat lakes where skaters spin below.
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When the wicked winter comes
seeping past the wards she keeps,
she looks on as he succumbs,
thanking God it's while he sleeps.
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