Patricia Darcy

H aunted houses, grey cold graveyards

A nxious folks in search of ghosts
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TRICK OR TREAT

Ghouls and ghosts invade the night
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SOLITUDE

Peaceful days strolling in the rolling hills
The beauty of wild flowers thrill the soul
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</>Sleep why do you elude me
Why does the silence sound so loud
Echoing like the waves upon the sea
Or the raucous yelling of the crowd
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Her beauty is there for all to see
The flower of love a rose so sweet
Her perfume would capture the hardest heart
Her velvet coat so soft and neat
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Just a dream place when times get tough

ESCAPING
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The morning dew reminds us Summer's ending
As falling leaves lay SPREAD upon the ground
The HEDGES that were once the homes of blackbirds
Seem lifeless as they turn from green to brown
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Thinking of the sad and homeless people in the world and how they must feel

THOUGHTS OF A HOMELESS MAN
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In our dreams we can do anything

ONLY IN MY DREAMS
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BLUE - Is gentle and calm. Sitting above
us like a blanket covering the world,
but can have a coldness that no heart
could melt. Yet a colour of beauty.
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