Tajma Hall Poems

Nor a passage of scripture
written I mark blindly
the pages seem to reappear
stab my legs with health
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sunny delivers the
butterfly it wonders
fray the wind
catapults
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crest
the barely clothes
my fruitful stage
color sparkling the center
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the dust does spider
shadow my fonder
for you it gave
to sit and wonder
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gone are the days
now cold cumbers
left a remarkable maze
~ from the beginning
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I am slowly dying
I rather be alone
my fantasies ran out
I am left with no hands
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late evening pockets this way
cool shells in the bright echoes
ripples the ends of a shout
lasting through the night
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brown
is my dust that trails
this lacking earth
yellow
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a night crawls
compared to light
is night slumbering like a~
yet sprinkling the end of day
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come here, I ask
I call on more than powers
that invoke rotation of the earth
you'd love me this May
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