I'd like my poems be like
butterflies iffy flying..
off one soul to the
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Let all being a dream
The bird, or her singing
So perfectly tuned in
Fillin world with harmony,
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been visitin many places
rooms, the many dwellin
in me soul,
felt more or less divine
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To this early winter morning - that first ray of sun -
It cast on dwelling's wall - awaken' an idea -
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I
The thoughts fine flow.. it lodging with the language
- just right - isn't less demanding a task, than
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I
Cold sunny morning, to this late of brightest autumns..
Our dwellings heated up, and it souls dreaming along
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Looking upon others -
people commonly hold a position
they imagine - to be the top one,
or they may see, as their best
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Not pretending, neither gilding!
But penning straight
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Thirsty for joy - Thirsty for blood - Thirsty for power!
Would it ever be possible to Heal your
Degraded Heart? That single One - For Blind
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