Tajma Hall Poems

late evening pockets this way
cool shells in the bright echoes
ripples the ends of a shout
lasting through the night
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brown
is my dust that trails
this lacking earth
yellow
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a night crawls
compared to light
is night slumbering like a~
yet sprinkling the end of day
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come here, I ask
I call on more than powers
that invoke rotation of the earth
you'd love me this May
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a necklace in that I handle
is lace for a pursuing is hung about
sip in delight in the cup
we mate on love gather a swoon
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you can cause me to speak
what words would you have without me
when the bird sails whispering to the sky
hide and seek among the trees
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land caress the clouds
the rain to send
i beg your hand
i miss you truly
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I hold out
hoping for your hand
I would trade a thought
for any number of times
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err I bumble
this clad wiser woe
to or more - a pair
muck on soul
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i cannot muster suddenly
i cause breaks
enough to speak
shoulder blocks
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