simon thorpe

A true friendship is Golden,
It lasts for eternity, not for a fleeting moment,
It endures petty squabbles and unkind words,
it endures because it is Golden.
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A whisper on the wind,
fluttering leaves carrying memories of bygone days,
our lives intrinsically entwined with natures majesty,
I am the heron swooping to capture its prize,
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As I peer into the window of your mind,
I light the candle of hope searching for wisdom to find,
The flickering, flame of fiery torment,
becalmed, at one yet emotionally spent.
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You are the sultry, setting sun,
All the colours of the rainbow after the storm,
You are the fiery, flame that warms my heart,
The subtle. Sublime smell of freshly cut grass.
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An awakening of the soul to find
A sensual unveiling of the mind,
The mysteries of life explained,
Inner knowledge finally unchained.
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November rain shrouding the light,
Somewhere the sun will set, a crimson red,
Not here, not today,
Feeling festive, feeling silly,
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The bond of family is strong at heart,
The same blood runs through us, a distance between us but never apart,
The harshness of life can be brutal and cold,
The strength we find in aversity, means we stand united, steadfast and bold,
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The melancholy lament of the Nightingale invades the silence of the early morn,
Its haunting tale heralding the break of the new dawn,
its song is a ballad of heartbreak and joy in equal measure,
Golden memories stored for eternity, a priceless treasure.
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sweet solitude, silent and soulful,
The nightingale swooning to its own melancholy overtures,
a rustle of leaves, the squirell hoarding for the winter break,
The wooded glaze beyond sings to natures hauntingly beautiful tune.
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Valentines Day no longer,
Yet my heart beats ever stronger,
It doesn't need to be a special day to say ' I love you',
Seven days a week, the sentiment is true.
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Memories of a bygone day,
Frys chocolate dream, topic, a Milky Way,
Bon bons, sherbert dib dabs, a quarter of cough candy,
Things that make you smile, a top deck shandy.
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Leaves of regret fall off the Autumn tree,
Lying stranded, lost in the earth below,
The colour of life has faded into the morning mist,
Brittle hopes turned to dust before natures watching eye.
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Lying awake at 3am, the darkness can engulf your very being,
Oppressive, stifling, overbearing, a heavy overcoat on a warm summers day,
Silence weighs heavily on my mind,
No peace, just chaos dancing in my mind.
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Autumns gold and green,
is a joy to behold,
swirling mist shrouding the land,
as the heron surveys rich pickings below,
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Darkness engulfs the soul,
Night shrouding the daylight with a cloak of envy,
Jealous of the sultry, shimmering sunset that illuminated the skyline,
Demonic with dark despair,
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The songthrush calls me to the break of day,
I stir wearily from my slumber,
The dark is clinging to me desperately with a vice like grip,
eerie grey the only clue to the new dawn ahead.
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