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Trapped In Amber

tree resin could not compare,

so soft and adhesive as glue,

drawn in like a starving fly, I

gorged on the love she grew

 

she's gone now, felled by time,

ironic mere insects survive her,

yet we are safe as any house,

secure but trapped in Amber

 

I'm stuck and its getting harder

I watch myself get fossilized,

years go by and I turn to rock,

humble yet curious...

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The Little folk

At the end of the garden,by the big old oak

Hidden away from inquisitve eyes,

Is a dwelling place for the little folk

usually mistaken for butterflies!

 

The flowers grow higher, the grass much more sweet,

a soft green carpet under your feet.

It's easy to miss them, not clearly in sight,

the time they enjoy most, is quite late at night!

You see, they are cautious, and da...

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