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Witnessed beauty
We're blessed to be able to witness beauty:
the drops of sunshine flickering off the trees,
the scent of nature floating in the breeze,
the songs of birds whistling around me.
Not too long ago, I was blessed by the sun – -
Lost Waves in the Ocean
Today I call out,
from a cloud.
A sea of voices,
A sea of choices,
A sea of loud.
I hear one of these
fragile voices,
a small wave
on the ocean.
I hear her scream
out.
Out into the wide
open. -
Sinning Still
Forgive me, for I have sinned.
For I sat and only watched the
passing wind.
For on this day, I only
lie still, I watch and do nothing
to change the
passing wind. -
Dripping Down the Drain
Have you ever seen the water
dripping down the drain,
and though:
I am the water,
I am the tears of liquid and love
dripping down the drain?
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Who doesn't love to swim the clouds?
To fly, is to dream
it is to soar through the clouds
in hope of being free.
To be truly free, is to search the waves,
to search and breathe as one
with the clear air.
To soar, to tumble, to fall -
Burning Home (To the ones with red on their hands)
Upon the rising of the flaming sun,
glowing and blowing, spinning 'round a hole.
And around this giant ball of pure flame?
A little blue one with a tad of green.
Let us zoom closer to this little ball,