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Through Glances at the Sun
Poetry has a silent power
In the way that poets
don’t need words to communicate
With one another;
We simply see a wildflower
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A Palmful of Metaphors
I’d like a palmful of metaphors,
Ones to use every time
I put a pen to a page,
To plant in my heart
And become submerged in my hope,
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The Beating Heart of the Universe
I would like to hope
That before there was a sky
Bleeding stars,
Before there were planets
Polluted with creation,
That there was still the beating heart
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Droplets Forever Alive
I’d like to garden
My own heart,
To pull the weeds of sadness
And hate
From the foundation
I sprout from,
To plant seeds of hope
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The Halo of Beginnings
I remember sitting
In my mom’s lap,
Her arms curled around me,
The rocking chair creaking slightly
In the breeze of her love,
Swayed and lulled by a sea
Loves
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Buttondowns
I love buttondowns
White buttondowns
Crisp white collars
Buttoned up
I feel real now
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Next to you
Next to you
Not a big deal
Natural
Normal
Eyes
Joking
Teasing
I could touch you
The bracelet on your wrist
Our bracelet
I could talk to you about it
I'd lose my train of thought
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