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Specialness.Ten buttercup summers agowoven- gilt strands spiraled abovedual attraction,moments fanned friendshipinto smoke of commitment andpassion st..
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Storm-Demons.There are times when the ocean is noteven water nor blue sea but some violent explosion assummoned by Godsfor whenbursting with over-ke..
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Winnow The Wind.Soft as the cobwebs that dance the vine.Sweet as the droplets that dew the rose.Warm as the first taste of fruity red wineIs love whic..
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December Sky.Stars like sparks splutter to bedas clouds catch fire.Smut-red lips of sultry sun kissmouldering night.In morning's shimmering glowwakes ..
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The Knowing.How inspiringit is to beright in the moment.To know there is somethingbeyond the knowing.To feel the theatre of life'smomentous journey.To..
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Un-Vocal.A little silence mothers the truth for folkwho dare seek and embracethe almost heard,for if not smothered stillness comes closeto beauty of w..
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Re-Forming.Comes now the in-breath of winter,the back-end of warmth, the yinof declining year.The nap of nature, the slumbering,the slowing of wheels,..
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Feelings.Unsettled my sleep,yet were I with theeeach nightwould bebedded in sated need.Uneasy my soul,yet were I to holdthee as mine alonewould feelin..
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War-Usage.Let us rememberall imprisoned birds, in order to singmust first visualizewinging to learn freedom's receptionfrom refused peace sointo war's..
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Our Tune.The loud tick of my pine-clock slowedas I sipped old wine,remembering the fun of raiding hedgerowsand carrying homebags which dripped spots o..
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