Matthew Holloway Poems

Beneath a morning mist
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A morning mist hides
the potential of a beautiful sky
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Write in the quiet hour
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while the world still sleeps
a wind blows gently cooling
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Moonlight dance

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Historys walk
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I walk these paths
as known before
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I am blinded by her eyes
my muse, my sweet desire
who sees the deepest art of my soul
she is the centerpeice of my gallery
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Wednesday twentyseventh
set in the autum, winter crossover
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Little candles

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A time has come once again
To see out the year in celebration
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The sea
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I shall go to the sea
and cast eyes across
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On a morning in a Spanish hotel
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the lights buzz in the dim light
energy saving bulbs
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