Ivy Schex Poems

We often stand in front of a mirror
Looking at ourselves for hours
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There is life
The hawks are soaring
The winds are roaring
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With honeyed words she did call
With fluttering eyes she did beckon
And more the fool was I
For not stopping to reckon
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I dream to roam
To see the grass
Just over the hill
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When spring is first born
And the green first shows
Do the clouds dance for joy
As the sun melts all the snows?
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I hear a whisper
I hear a song
I hear the wind
And I long
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I sit upon my horse
And gaze at the field
A field of rippling grass
Blowing in the wind
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When I lay down to sleep
Visions of running horses,
In my slumber so deep,
Gallop through my mind
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I can only imagine
What is in your heart,
What do you feel
When we are apart?
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A look of sorrow
The feel of shame
The eyes of an innocent
Tell the story of pain
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