J.P. LadyHawk Freeman Poems

Hands outstretched cross cold North Sea
With arms thrown wide, becomingly
The shaded scene's from fantasy,
Entrapped within the vortices.
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I peer below through painted clouds
As the world slides 'neath my gaze.
And rolling over see fields of stars
Undimmed by smoke or haze.
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Who knows the true meaning of serenity?
Who knows the liquidious repose?
The place where a lull is a century
As above the waves open and close.
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