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My ~ Dream ~ Library
My personal library would be tucked away on the side of the house. It would take some effort to get there with many twists and turns. Up and down staircases past hallways and hidden doors and all of a sudden, you’d be there. -
My mother
(for Mom)
My mother works into the night
and rises with the sun.
Her keyboard is a ghost
that haunts the house
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Moonlit Avenue
On the moonlit avenue
half shadows and silhouettes
glide down shining pavement.
On the moonlit avenue
we glow like angels
our eyes glimmer like stars.
On the moonlit avenue -
These Nights
Still air. Cool breeze.
The constant cacophony of insects
setting the scene for these summer nights.
Nights to reflect on
youth. -
Softly Falling Rain
The rain falling softly calls me.
The rain falling softly draws me
in.
I like when the rain falls softly, quietly.
It suits my searching, silent
soul.
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Loves
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second priority
I've never felt second best,
Being a twin, you get asked a lot of questions:
"Who's older?"
"Who's smarter?"
"Who's the favorite?"
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Closure
She walked out of her classroom, eyes scanning the walls.
The desks, the hallways, the music room, the library.
To some, these are just rooms or furniture.
To her, they are everything.
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