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Paul Seay Poems
- If Life Were But A Blank Page Fulfilling what's vacant ...
- My Heart Is Not A Hunter I was born near midnight in twilight...
- My Shinning Pome I reached a shining pome in company of ...
- Haunted If my stare were ghostly cold and abandoned by a ...
- A Dark Rainy Road Dusk fell with eerie on a snaky dirt ...
- The Hollows Within Many days were pondered at hollows ...
- Invading Gray A chill rose the morning as the sun danced ...
I was born in the 1970's of September, on what my father remembered as " the most windy of days" .
We were native Virginians whom loved the simplicity of a rural lifestyle.
Being very much the youngest of five children, I quickly discovered how to occupy my time alone,
and embrace my surroundings with open arms, imagination without a closed mind, and the need to share ... more »
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My Heart Is Not A Hunter
I was born near midnight in twilight of summer
Dreaming days to find you, tho` my heart is not a hunter
Throughout the autumn hours in forests tinted gold
I sought, and I scoured, through winter's kiss of cold
To unearth only birdsongs, as a token of the spring
Their words chimed mine own - searching with broken wings
I then fled the woodland, and ballad of the trees
Light had shed an opening to a path, and of me
But my heart is not a hunter, the road has led to you
And should one ever wonder, from the forest, found I, a love true
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