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Let my heart know just this-
the warmth of an evening
cup of green tea,
the joy of kittens snuggling,
and father chuckling,
the bless..
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In
a rain so soft....
and ethereal and mist-petaled
..as
this
you could blanket
a
baby in it, bathe... an injured bird,
a..
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Leave me just a smidgenof a rainbow...to remainbesotted with..for months,some jasmine-clouded teasome sandwichesand a smile, just warm enough...to spe..
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may the mornings comelike a gossamer curtain...billowingwith murmurs of rain breezechocolate-flavored coffee,and poetry hangovers....may the afternoon..
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Don't mind me, my dearif i tell you silly, strange things, at timeslike i may tell you,that black coffee sometimes, tastes likehigh quality chocolate,..
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Who
says poetry
is
not tangible...
i,
for one, have rested
my
drowsy head...upon its
moon-versed pillow,
i
have p..
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Somewhere...in a parallel universe
i have never... parted ways,
with the pearlescent ghost...
of the moon, i have never
let the su..
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