Preston Simmons Poems

Through the hollow mountains
The whisperings of winter are heard.
Beyond the mounted cold
Lies a cottage against the stone.
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Nightfall falls before my face
As I stand in a bustling lot.
The cars pass
My shadowed frame,
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The man is discovered
At the doorstep of death,
The warden wanders by.
Courage may be found
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Magnificent beacon of the sky,
What price can I pay
To see you wake?
Would you like
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I am striving to learn the significance
Of the dream you had.
You walked that fine line to somewhere
The one we all have walked.
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Clouds descend through winter's breath
To conceal the earth below.
They appear to men
In an alternate form
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I sit by myself
In a field
Far away.
nothing invades my space
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I sit in the darkest corner of my home,
Because that is where poetry has been placed
By society.
I put every letter of my poetry in a vase,
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Sleep took me by the hand
And led me to the water.
When I arrived to the river,
Sleep released his grip
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We learn to love unexpectedthings
And It makes us more effective.
We walk the rows of this fruitful valley
And dig what is engraved
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