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i walkedi floated in my mindby my spirit i got to the end of the dry canyonthe trek was jagged on many planesi stumbed on the verticallost my equilibr..
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english green surroundsthe wall trims and things replete with artifacts,reflect the hues therein, with paisley carpet decored floors,in tandem work wi..
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the crunching crackling,the sharp bursts of sound released by the brittle leaves who cry in their pulverizationto my boots’ impact on this rugge..
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trudging down,
up a long, winding,
hard, dirt path
the next bend i see
afar off
is gonna gradually
turn a wide left
gonna pass by sage br..
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the stirred dustbelow my field of vision,falls slowlyin this lonely roomi am mesmerized in contemplationtransfixed,with the notionof fallingi am becom..
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childhood memory
quietly drifts
into my mind
. . . this place
this scene
is gone,
is of the past,
yet forever etched,
forever imprinted
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when i met you
i tried to hide
my loneliness in you
i tried to find
who i was
we hit it off
though we were strangers
you,
from back east..
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open meadow land
bursts of color
yellow blue and red
to meet the sky above
billows of snow white clouds
drift above
they feel alive
fed by t..
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a simple seed in the groundjust drop it insimple, just wait,yet,not so simplenor trite,/but,when we stumble about,when, we don’t meditate,most l..
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i’ve got thorns sticking out of my bodybruises still purple mixed with redi’m covered with the same dustthat covers the things of neglects..
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