Wre Rabaca Poems

A home for a heart is a santuary
a safe place
a haven
it calls to it night and day when it is aways
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In 1587 long before your time,
We sailed to an island with barely a dime.
117 of us were scarcely alive,
but I, Emma, had managed to arrive.
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Among the trees,
Away from the cities.
Walked a goddess,
Never seen as any less.
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Music is soft,
music floats aloft.
Then it whispers in my ear,
that I should come near,
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Why, when it hurts?
Why, must I wear these skirts?
Why, not these?
Why, must I please,
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I am different,
but I am the same.
Others do not understand my pain,
they say they feel the same,
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A sweet summer's night when the ladies danced and the midnight flowers came out.
Along came a robin who sat on a bobin and pecked at my head all night.
I cast him away but he sat there all day untill the sun went down.
Then the whole flock came and chased me away.
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When mountains move and rivers dry, so shall I.
When the dead arise and flowers fall, so shall all.
And when you go to the end of the earth and beyond you shall know everything of everything.
Then the mountains shall still and the rivers fill.
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Death awaits for everyone
young and old
sick and fit
poor or rich
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If love is the tingle in my toes
The tickling of my nose
The feeling of missing you when you walk out the door
Then I am deep inside your heart
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