Kampanje Aubrey Poems

Out of the homeless wind that blows
There's a road curtailing after it's launched
Under the blanket of the sleeping sun
Cold legs of fate rush out to us
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To the skirt with a hatchet on her sleeve
Cuts what hold us together like a tree
Not I but nature grants you a fair leave
Not I but nature grants you a fair leave
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A certain wind, a mysterious
thief
Creep down the hills, heftily
breathing
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Trek lightly into the love that
awaits you
Within these worn-out walls
Past brick by brick
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Not anything
but a hot streak
of tragedies
whipping us
...

Today is dying,
and shadow's dust floods
the daylight land.
Dreadful have I grown
...

All the stars, and the blossoms, and the
jewels cannot blend
With an angel shinning smile drifting
on your face
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Ask me where am going I will not
tell you
Love lifted me like air to a balloon
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I would in that sweet place belong
Where on me no rude rain might fall
Because I froze and you were gone
I would in that sweet place belong
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A lot of trees will shrivel
and perish
On the ground that I plant
And yet if one shall dance
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