Lynn Anne Brown Poems

Not a real fire
Still it warms me
As it remembers
What is wishes
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Walking down this road so long
It helps to sing that ancient song
From whence it came, I do not know
It moves me fast, It moves me slow
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I may sound Mad
But if I am
It's the happiest insanity
I have ever known
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For all who fell we take a stand
Use all the skill at our command
To keep the peace for which they fought
To honour those in deed and thought
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A single feather drops
A memento of our time in flight
I gather it
Hold it alight
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The wind howls in carrying the light powdered snows
In dancing whorls
That shape and reshape themselves
As they go
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So my cosmic friend
Should we go dancing
Along the spirals in the night
I've been waiting to hear you sing
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I like Elven Magic
It's an invitation
To Entertain
Imagination
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Winter comes
Roaring loudly
Greying skies
And cooling winds
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'The problem with starting in the middle'
my companion observed sleepily,
'is that sometimes
I have no idea
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