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Cries of an Angel
The road to home.
Gone at last.
Music to my ears.
Drowning out my thoughts.
Beauty in a picture.
It feels like a pool in the brain.
Running farther, and farther away.
Running away from thoughts.
Running from hope. -
Creation
A new day.
New beginnings.
Life
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Fragrances of Home
Vanilla
A sweet, creamy smell.
But that is only what your nose can tell.
Just by itself, it has a spicy feel.
A feeling of warmth, a feeling of thrill.
The taste of vanilla is good for a chill. -
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Melody of Home
Along with the fields of gray,
Music begins to sway.
The songbird begins to sing,
The noises of Spring.
Yellow, blue, maybe even white.
The color of the sky is such a delight.
Down by the shore,
The rain begins to pour. -
