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words
my words
take them
take
aspects of my soul
the pain
the gain
the going insane
a few random words overheard
take them
or leave them
m..
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I find my place of spiritual peace
Again, just when I feel I never will.
There is a sense of freedom and release.
I can't know all the answers, but..
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There was an eclipse,
and a violent storm, on the afternoon
that Lucy Lightfoot disappeared.
Only Lucy's horse ever saw
the white light,
as light..
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At seventeen, so radiant,
hair raven black, eyes emerald green -
the local lads, they just don't stand a chance.
Lucy's heart is in the village ch..
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There is a bridge across a stream.
Descending leaves are golden-brown,
creating a tranquil, autumnal scene:
a spiritual sanctuary,
place of pure p..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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around and around
on the carousel
spinning
around and around
merry-go-round
multi-coloured dreams
vibrant darkness
the colours of confusion
ar..
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oh beloved Rhiannon
know the rhythm
of my jaded heart
as sapphire skies
dissolve into ebony
and stars dance
and I stare
almost trance-like
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Here's the spiritual rhythm
of the universe.
Hear my spirit's song -
and now, I add a new verse.
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Hope sometimes comes to us
in pastel shades.
It isn't always
either
black or white,
or even grey.
I feel that hope,
when needed most,
will oft..
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