Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Frosty whispers stir
From slumber, I arise
Melancholy's song
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In the void where they once stood,
The world shifts, misunderstood.
No longer children, we must be
Guardians of our own destiny.
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In you, my son, I found a love so pure,
A heartbeat strong, a bond forever sure.
The apple of my eye, my guiding light,
You fill my world with wonder and delight.
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In life's grand tapestry, a thread so bright,
You shine, my friend, a beacon in the night.
A source of joy, of hope renewed each day,
How blessed am I to have you light my way.
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Can passion's flame, burning bright and true, Vanquish the shadows that haunt our days? Might love's embrace, tender and new, Render our troubles a distant haze?

Or is this bliss but a fleeting dream, A mirage that shimmers, then fades away? Will time reveal a less golden gleam, As the first flush of romance starts to fray?
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Pure as crystal springs that softly flow,
My mother's love, a constant, gentle glow.
A goddess graced with wisdom's precious light,
Her heart of gold outshines the stars at night.
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When shadows creep and sorrows steep,
And life's harsh winds do blow,
Remember this, in dark's abyss:
You're not alone, although
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I halted, transfixed by the sight
Of colours splashed across his face,
My gaze drawn upward to the night
Where aurora claimed its space.
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Miniature cyclones emerge,
From the forest's leafy floor,
Autumn's discarded palette
Now a swirling, airborne decor.
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As autumn whispers to the Southern land,
Two days before the equinox's sway,
Twin stars descended, by celestial hand,
To Mercy's house, on this Australian day.
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As night's veil slowly lifts,
Consciousness creeps, vision shifts.
Awake, yet blurred, in twilight's haze,
Caught between sleep and day's first rays.
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Crows cawed in the dark
Wooly socks and pajamas
Winter is coming
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Time and matter, once in haste,
Now slow their dance, restored, retraced.
My eyes transfixed on beauty pure,
Earth renewed, a sight so sure.
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Unbidden, autumn's chill fingers
Caress the naked hills,
As twilight paints the sky.
Lovers, wrapped in shared warmth,
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Within my personal cosmos,
I unfold like a metaphor,
A living allegory in motion.
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Fire, ignite my spirit's core,
Spark of creation, I implore.
Flames that forged my nascent soul,
Rekindle now and make me whole.
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Golden thread of light
Weaves through verdant canopy,
Dancing in pure air.
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Silently, I whisper his name
Into the void where echoes fade,
A dark chasm in my heart's frame,
Where once his presence softly played.
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Carried by his ardent waves,
She questioned her heart's true state.
Was this love's authentic embrace,
Or a mirage of lesser weight?
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Step into my world of mist and light,
Where dreamers weave their visions bright.
Kaleidoscope skies and silver streams,
A tapestry of our wildest dreams.
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