writing
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storm
the gathering clouds encroach, upon the fairest blue, the darkness starts a swift approach, a sinister, swirling stew. lighting burns across the sky, thunder clatters like old bones, the cold cascade plummets from on high, as the wind snarls and moans. and though the weather is wild, I am safe behind my window, to my… Continue reading
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morning sky
the day begins in darkness, and so too shall it end, but on a fine spring morning, it’s a lush, illustrious blend, the pink represents promise, the orange, a bright prospect, the blue is quiet calmness, like a moment to reflect, the sun is just awakening, in a newborn, golden glimmer, and gives the morning… Continue reading
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april
Like many who are born in spring, I want to live life in full bloom. If to my petals, snow should cling, I shan’t succumb to wintry doom. The rain shall tumble from the sky, but beneath it I shall grow, even through grey skies, my hopes still fly, Til golden sun sets them aglow. Continue reading
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loss
I could feel the bones in your back, though you purred against my hand, your eyes were half-closed, and I knew. I think you did, too. it was a cloudy day on the brink of winter, and the bad news fell like an anchor, I kept saying goodbye long after you couldn’t hear it anymore.… Continue reading