Rebecca Stansfield Poems

Scentless graves embark,
this there spreading of fake illusion,
swimming through me was all in by nature,
eminently creatures inside of me.
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Owl was within the wind,
Owl without a heart,
Owl sitting silently,
Owl sitting in the bark.
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What could ever arise?
In this that so place of peacefully,
Where fields of waves are the tides,
Tides you searching for virginity.
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Tomorrow is Wednesday,
and in the morning I'll be with the nurse again,
to talk about my problems,
and my lack of delicacy.
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Can the justice wait-
the justice YOU desire,
where the battle of the main land is-
a higher way land much higher.
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I take the brush,
travelling in my hands,
I never painted anything 'mooi' before,
just hill top topped with a tree.
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Light ministries emit,
this there place of golden light,
scanning over sea's, looking in through nature,
exercising all creatures that are inside of me.
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A nymph of love,
an animal,
a cursing cloud,
of silent sound.
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