Russell Taylor

I sit staring over treetops, planning great adventures, sifting clouds in my mind.

Light on my feet, I dart to and through, side to side, although I am still sat looking out of my window.
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My Angel
In my dreams I dreamt of such beauty, now in reality she is in front of me, I must not fall asleep again...

Up and up, round and around, my head clears of any passing cloud, silence to a view of trees,
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He sits and sits eyes twitching, nervous of his next move.
Weight upon his shoulders bears no restraint; clouds beyond the skies offer no clear path,
Feeling lost yet alone, family distinguished and friends live in silence,
He is lonely in minds own violence, carefully planning exits if green tinged four leaf clover, wilts once more.
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Shivering she picks up her harp, stroking her hair, locking around tight curls with fine fingers
Her eyes glitter; drawing dreams in a silver gaze, passing pleasures, teasing strings a harps melodic chord, beyond any cosmic delight.
Smiling, I melt into myself, longing more, feeling her sexual presence touching my lips,
She moves, white gown waves at her delicate feet, pulling her closer until our eyes unite,
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