Paige Thomas Biography

The clouds guide the tide,
as a lighthouse protects its rocky shore,
As if the sea is to hold its breath,
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The sound of water fill my ears,
Countless memories of the winter years,
Another winter still is long,
the sun again will withdrawn,
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The ocean’s current is in rhythm with the sky,
The blue drape is blanketed over by white waves of smoke,
In the grass of the field the wind blows,
creating a rippling pool entangling any entree,
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I feel alone,
And stand alone,
To hold my aching hands unaided,
I shed tears underneath the crystal light,
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Doors under way are left unopened,
shattered secrets left unspoken.

Windows closed and shut so tight,
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