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Everything yes everything is a joy the first scorch from morning’s break into each crack the wide s..

There will come a time when you will know and sense this deeply deeper than the mind will ever let on farther..

Midnight we are once again in cold white orbital rain corrupting the tall wet struggles of the winter gra..

It will comeThough the narrows of life seem longAnd the day,a curse we weather to recall our namesIt will comeWhen shouldering..

So this is how it ends or maybe how it all begins one last empty shell denying the hollowpraiseone last hunt of sunris..

Maybe they are angels Who am I to deny them their wings I watch them leave I watch them drift with the river into some gent..

You couldn’t possibly have poured your glass for me,expecting I would drink, hold andtaste from you- ..

There is no reason to be sad Even winter mends theholesin our hearts We tend as a feather does to its keeper ..

I may not climb these trees again their tolerance seeming shy I may not call to the wildernessseed as the wil..

"Don't you just love these warm moments?", she plied in orphanic style “ these hours when our being alone seems completely al..