She was a Sumptuous Blossom...
That was born out a Winter's Spring
Her face was framed by Glorious Red
Her eyes were the Bluest Diamonds
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I see how people live
in their glass houses...
and life doesn't seem so hard...
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The Shot rings out...
and then it's over.
Done.
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I will write
until I can no longer see
until I can no longer feel
the pain
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I opened my ears
to the pulse of the world
and I heard her crying...
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You should find no fault with me
As I stand here stoic and strong...
Like an aged oak tree.
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Without you
Life is just not filled
with the same possibilities
Of seeing things as brand new.
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Words Come To Me ~ Poetry by Christine A Kysely
Words come to me...
from high above
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There are angels among us
Who would help us fly
Who would help us spread our wings
To soar throughout the skies.
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