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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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Tree in the Early Mourning
Oh, look at the leaves.
Look at how they cry.
Look at how they tremble,
Fragmenting the sky.
Look at how they remember
autumn breeze
and autumn nights.
