O. C. Woods Poems

The song is new so are issues
When closeness is erased by distance
I feel sitting in one of these '80 windows' across the street
Blaming panta rhei or the definition of a degree?
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With years spend loving the Star above my head
I cherrish the presence, your precious scent
the path we took is long but early to blend
we found the way to reach the dream, perfect ascent.
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La semaine passe comme le vent doux de Terni
élèves turbulents avant samedi à l'abri
les jours coulent comme l'eau du fleuve Sans Soucis
déjà le Printemps s'endort, l'été en appuie
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Home again and alone again
always trying to feel there and back at the end.
Dreams of these summers we ran to the Old Pine afar
haunt as love lingers with years to wound or scar.
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Yellow dusky shadow strikes after celebration
listenning to the songs taste of this weeken'
Sad but true is a limerick we will follow
until the stadium gets full we'll rock and swallow
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Ton astre dans mon ciel pour une décennie, enfin presque
flamboyante constellation ma quadruple fresque
rêve d'antan je chéris ton pouvoir
exquise Muse tu envoutes mes soirs
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The new pen writes only different vues heating icy papers
different tastes as the Sun explodes in words she cries
long is the time of the wait everlasting haste towards warmth again
I imagine how the color will strike your hair your skin
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The tree glows red now from pink to red
as I am soon to be dead...
all these books never to be open nor read
all these times to miss and worship your smiles shed
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Take me where the warmth is clean, effective
like the cool sublime breeze I keep
shivers from your lips, steep feelin'
into paradise wind the words sound deep
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Oh Muse of the evening vers from the Unknown
stay awake another one more drive
to midnight shades i surrender no crown
left for me to hand over feel my thrive
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