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The dawn greeted our hermit Cool it was Wind swam through the thorny vines Dewey shrubs and tall tree shadow lines I dreamed of the absentee’s return The whisper of the path which led to me The window held my vision As my eyes drifted No explanations Sand crept into my shoes this morning On…
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The room is filled with restaurant sounds; the cutlery is clicking on plates and bowls. Autumn Leaves is coming from the trombone, piano, upright bass and drums. How lovely. Dedication: Today is dedicated not to a person, but to the priceless concept of forgiveness. Without it, we remain cold and buried in our own asses.…
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Smile I see in the sky I mirror back every single time. Never have I looked up and frowned or wished they’d take that incessant light down. The stars dance all around, thousands of miles I sing along inside as they whisper by each with their own unique styles. As the darkened…
anita lorraine moore 