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Only a Little Out of Twelve Pages
- I Felt no obligation to be apologetic or to hate myself
- I welcomed all of the Love of the world into myself, and it was Beautiful
- mystic and Indomitable.
- (now, today, I am miserable ye
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New Sweet Griefs
Nasturtium (crystalized in spring frost,
even after the sun has wiped the teary sky)
who is unaccompanied and stationery. -
When In Bloom
The dogwood blooms later
this year and marks the tardy rebirth
of the earth, our home, beautifying
after a dreadful winter purge. -
Mourning Crow
Crow, past my window,
where do you fly to on this
beautiful morning?
Let us brew some mid-
day coffee and nightly tea.
Bring me to your nest
and hear the early -
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Loves
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The Asters are Out Again
The asters are out again, just in time for my birthday.
And each year on this day, I look back and wonder how a person can change so much, and how without thinking I suddenly am who I am.
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An Inbetween
Autumn sculpts the land,
casting away Summer,
but through the cracks in the clay,
whispers of Summer haunt the day.
The suns ray's seep down,
casting the red and orange leaves a glow.
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Willow
This is an empty house,
A house that's lost its soul.
The laughter and joy that once echoed through it,
Faded away with time and age. -
Darkness
Standing in the streets,
The darkness of the city lights
Washes over you.
The joy of the summer fades,
The sorrow of the fall is a current feeling. -
Decisions
Four corners set each way,
And I still sit in the box.
The left could sin me,
Right could win me,
Front or back could block.
I could become a famous tool,
Or infamously triumph,
