Tajma Hall Poems

lover
in battle or height
the ground is cover
the rain slight
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turn of midnight
the light of day
fresh scrubbed and pulling her covers
leaving room for the night
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this cloud a name
guide me in the reins
nestle in soft blue hugs
crisp sky as morning doves
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Coves covered with moss
steamy river beds
a mark to the lost
the ship points north
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How could you be so cruel
Banish this blade tempest
E’er so slightly over my mirth
I bow the strength to conquer
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today i drifted upon
the summer glare
on the trees held an expression
though many times i least
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i hope upon a sparkling mist
bridge at dew point north
unlike me i cast
is as if a shield
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am I to see
across my eyes mind in tow
desert seas less bottom
honey to the soul
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Woodland instruments play
the day is gold
have not to despise
our creatures unfold
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we've seen we had
what better to picture
our handle on grace
puts in terms my very main
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