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Requiem
Under the moon's silver glow,
I could forget everything and live in this moment forever,
tugs on the heartstring like a beautiful voice in song,
words are the dreams the heart makes,
all now of the dream I have is a requiem.
I could forget everything and live in this moment forever,
tugs on the heartstring like a beautiful voice in song,
words are the dreams the heart makes,
all now of the dream I have is a requiem.
Monday 6th December 2021 7:17 am
NICE POEM FOR A FRIEND AND HER MAN
NICE POEM
Black and orange butterfly flies zig zag pattern over a river dodging speedy dragonflies, low over the water at mad angles. Sense of speed beyond all else. Movement pure and simple. Past dragonfly territory, over the rocky river bank. Looking, searching for what? Something. What?
Feel a little tired. Land on a rock to rest, blur of flapping wings before a halt. Nice to c...
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