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In your night
Your Moon
Your stars
And your sky
May I be a dreamer???

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You say too much
Too many words
Yet clueless I am of what you say
Its not your words
That are wasted
But my attention!!

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Words
Like camouflage
Hide what we feel!

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Dear Life!
You're my muse
And the songs I write
About tears and joy,
I leave them all for you to peruse!

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Awkward silences
Pregnant pauses -
Conversations ending with 'K'! 

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The grey clouds
A water-colored hope
A black cloud
Hovering like
Impending doom
And tonight
I forego seeing the stars
Let it rain!
#AwaitingRains

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Come June
I start forming imaginary clouds
Eventually, they start to form in the sky -
My formula for rain!! 
#AwaitingRains  #InAnticipation

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Your love ~ 
like bubble wrap ~ 
delivers me safe and sound ~ 
anywhere!!

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The warmth of a thousand splendid Suns ~ 
and the cold, frozen ice of centuries ~ 
make a peaceful co-existance within Me!


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The only time ~ 
my body feels rested ~ 
is when my spirit's wandered ~ 
far, far into another world! 
#Dreaming #SweetestSlumber 
#OrASleepOfNoDreaming

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Distant chilling echoes ~ 
that familiar tune she whistles while walkin thru the woods ~ 
Winter's on her way! 
#AwaitingWinter #WakeMeUpWhenSeptemberEnds

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How
From the deepest of the remote internal dark
Soaked in the salt,
the color that bleeds is
Always Blue!!

To be continued...




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