Rachel Harris

Ever shall it be
When the sky cries rain
Friends come with gentleness
To wipe away the pain
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The river sings
A voice rises above
Fairer than the water, rings
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Early in the morning
When dew's upon the grass
The first bird sings
Calling others to mass
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I'm a
Little bird
In a
Little cage
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Our conversations begin with a hug
And the words follow
She loves me in a gentle way
But it is powerful as the river’s flow
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How strange
That my love
Is made of words
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It’s been dry for so long
So long since last the flowers bloomed
Blooming hatred; the land is browned and dead
Death reigns in the barrenness of the my heart
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Her mother's belly grew by the day
To my elation
My heart felt joy to great to say
And a wonderful sensation
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These brown eyes of mine
Are dancing when I smile
You would never guess
They feel like weeping all the while
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Faithful
Real
Inspirational
Encouragers
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The violins warm to the
Rhythm
Back and forth, how
Quickly
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The Hallmark’s where I start my quest
I test every condolence card for it
The fit I’m looking for of words together
Feather-weight paper and ink: man-made
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There is a part of the heart lying empty
Sorrowed, it waits to be refilled
The desolation of a barren space
Seeps into every line of every face
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“I’m going to pay you.”

“No you are not.”
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A tragic tale I have to tell
Of the day misfortune to me befell
My lady’s companion did come to me
And her mischievous plans I could not see
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If I was an artist
I’d paint something beautiful
Something like a heart
With colors whirling round
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Under a sheet of deepest blue
Beneath a clear basin filled with shining white
Watched by the nocturnal lights
I walk someplace found in the night
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Forgive me, love
Call me slow
Laugh in your eyes
Pretend its insult
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It takes a coward
To start a war
But a brave man
Is needed to end it
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The
Heart
Named as yours
Is split
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