Heather Burns Poems

We continue creating

a picture with words
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Standing with arms
outstretched toward
heaven
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My dear friend
I refuse to let
you go
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Rose, a
symbol of
beauty, purity,
power, excellence
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A young tender
branch
is easily bent
into submission.
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A weeping willow
stands silently
at the waters edge
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Yesterday
I
returned to
the beach
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Sitting under the tree
of life
hovering over as a
large canopy
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In the rustling of the leaves
someone called my name

a voice so familiar
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The web of life cycles continues
to weave its pattern around us.
We are an extension of everything
that has gone on before us. Each
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