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where orange cumulonimbi are mirrored in stagnant rivers

where sleepy eyes blur swaying trees into dancing green monoliths

where the distant sound of crickets serenades the kangaroo’s carcass

where the salty coastal air dissolves onto arid tongues

where mother desert’s mounds hide her faithful servants

where dying gum trees groan as they accept the wind’s embrace

where nuggets of...

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Severe nights

Sitting down and cooling down

why does it feel so gown

like a dress made for a special night

never with a chance to win your own fight

pleasing someone else, that's not the fear

I want myself the closest near

And myself is full of energies in the mind

not asleep, one of a kind.

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How do I love? (Part 2)

How do I love?
Wondered the struggling eyes,
As sun's rays reached the pale face,
Into another morning of inquiry,
Whether to carry on or linger,
From, perhaps, a hope for two souls,
That had no home,
Wandering around,
Looking and searching,
For, if haven was impossible,
At least a shelter to thrive on,
But to only provide what it needs,
One must let go,
A sacrifice,
For hope to live...

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Home is ....?

Is that our home, there, where we hang our hats?

There, where we boil our eggs and stroke the cat?

Knowing each cranny of our ingle nook

We turn the pages of our well thumbed book.

Home, sweet home!, yet, there is still an unease.

Cat-like it comes, our peace to paw and tease.

Close the castle door! Put the kettle on!

This is my chez-moi!, - for, how ever long?

We stand at...

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Past's Prologue

The trees still sentinel stood

their green leaves whispering

rustling gently in the wood

 

in the same soft breeze

 

and I know some summer birds

sang in their canopy

a requiem without words

 

'neath the same blue sky

 

that through every passing year

quietly watched over me

safe within Ceredig's sphere

 

It has been too long a time

since our firs...

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