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Home is
the soft fur
of the wild cat
that sits on the bed
is the dog curled up
sleeping quietly
on the rug
is the books
piled in a small corner
that only you know of
is the soft smell
of delicous food -
Starry
The world is starry tonight
the sky is painted
in a midnight hue
a soft, white glow
is the only remnant
of light
the grass tickles our feet
as we lean back
and watch the stars
dance across -
End Of The Rainbow
At the end of the rainbow
some say there is glory
some say there is gold
some say it doesn't exist
what do I say?
I think when you reach the end
you reach pure joy -
The First Signs Of Winter
The wind whistles
the sun hids behind
the speckled sky
The glowing
white
steels
the flowers
birds
glide to the
south
among
snowflakes -
If I Could
If I could
I would lay down on a cloud
and stare up at the sky
watching starts twinkle
I would be able to reach up
and touch the sky itself
feel the silky, dark night
and know that it has no limits -
Mist
Mist is a question
wondering if it should let go
and let the world be sunny
enveloping the wet land
in a little blanket
of damp air,
and if you breathe deep
you can smell the soaked air