She sat upon a lonely hill,
Offering up some shelter still;
Broken, battered in some places,
Rain and snow had left their traces.
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Fractured thoughts Spiraling...
Spiraling to flaming dreams Surging,
Surging feelings with dancing Thoughts,
Thoughts exploding with visions Touching...
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Steel gray skies over head;
Thoughts of summer fill my head.
Dark brown trees fill up the sky;
Leafless silent way up high.
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Flags of flying geese, waving in the sky,
Heralding autumn, with cries loud and high.
Green leaves turning red, orange, and yellow,
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The Witch of the Winter she calls to me,
Come lay in my cool, white softness.
So lovely and pure, I will be your cure,
For all the world’s sorrow and sadness.
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October’s such a ghoulish month,
Strange mists and fogs that rise.
Colors are often brown and black,
With orange as a surprise.
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Of all the ills that be fall man,
Time, like endless grains of sand,
Warps the mind, twist the soul,
Makes the body to grow old,
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Fingers dance on mountain crests,
Then through the valley pass,
Glide in the silky meadow,
On to the hill's sweet grass.
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On perilous roads, his soul never sleeps,
Searching for some hallowed ground,
He looks for an explanation,
An end to his mortal sleep.
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The moon's soft glow through frosted clouds,
Felt tarnished and worn like our love.
Twisted by our desire, shamed by society,
Meeting where the beds are well tended,
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