Kelsy Haveling Poems

Going down to the valley of hell,
Away from the mountain of light.
Drawn to the darkness within himself,
Secure in his own fighting might.
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The hypnotic flow of
Swiftly shifting colours;
Hurtling towards you
Only to disappear before your eyes.
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the rain falls
hurtling, tumbling, trickling
the anguished wind calls
like the sob of a changeling
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The gentle caress of the young breeze.

The fiercer pull of the wind as it rushes up from the lake.
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