The winds of August,
The dust of disgust
Dry lips in sand caked unjust!
This is summer for you; a must!
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Mistaken Identity
Your receding forehead,
The height of your limbs;
Your caprice in words
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If I only can make your burdens seem easier to bear
I would thank my lucky stars
If only I could get you to your thoughts share;
I would feel never the pinch of loneliness
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The healing hands of unconditional love
The helping hands of well-wishers
A place to call your own;
a lover to own your soul
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UNTOUCHED by the morning rays
Still a bud;
The cherubic face sleeping stays
Resting on the pillow
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He stood there blocking vision
Her entire life; his to observe
Slowly, catching interest
And I guess you know the rest!
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Vines of the villages
Entwined with little thought
Created by visions of believers
In a little after thought;
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My left finger making discreet circles
In the palm of my other hand
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Good understanding my dear; cynical
Going down hill at a precarious speed!
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But when life keeps swirling into its own orbit........
Somewhere,
A stable referral point of time;
In a small voice within prompts
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