Bianca Free

I search in people of varying status
for a seed of humanity.

In some I suspect there to be a bud
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I like to talk to the night skies,
because they listen to me.
They read my emotions
as I pour out my heart,
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These days the world is a place so cold
I wear a genuine smile as a lie's being told
That I assume is the truth, very deeply in my heart
but then there's a doubt that starts.
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Please watch after me
as a caring mother would her child
even after I have long passed on.
Set calla lilies on my grave,
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Songs that our hearts, break,
that always make
my father want to cry.
Songs I use to chide
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this sadness, i do away;

to fear i say 'adieu'.
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Swaying in the wind
there was a small leaf of golden brown.
It landed in a pond
and rippled the water.
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I find meaning in the air that I breathe;
It is food for the flowers.
And meaning in my footsteps
that bring death to spiders.
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Running away isn't as easy as it seems.
There's no deserted mountain waiting when you come,
no peaceful fountain to drink from.
The stars won't be convenient at night,
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grape vine eyes, strawberry hair.
cigarette smoke streaming through the air.
fishnets and silver lined gloves.
a place for men to forget lost loves.
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The sensing mind and heavy heart;

how life has distanced them apart.
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What is it you want from me,
what have I to boast?
Forgive me if I don't have
what it is you want the most.
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in the mirror I see
what worry's done to me;
tears stain my face
until its beauty's abased.
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when the clouds fade and night awakes
we wait by the muddy stream where the reeds grew
and the graceful crane flew.
away from the congestion of the city
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The lovely woman is just the fish, going downstream.
When she looks, water is all that she sees.
And the hungry man is only the bear, searching for food.
While he lives, a meal is all that he needs.
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I could swallow a sea of comparisons

And gain fifty pounds of worry,
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Thrown it all away
No way to be recovered
Claim not to miss it
But it’s dearly missed
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This spiritual suffering
Has dragged me through thistles
My skin has been pierced
On sharpened thorns
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Like swimming to the surface
With swift strokes
to be envied
And penetrating the waters
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A perfect husband he's been,
completely faithful to the very end,
but I have not been able to surrender
my entirety to him.
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