poetry
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The dock, it washed away in the flood I thought that you would stay But these tears are real, rolling down my face And all I can do is cry. Invited you in, longer than a dream, meant so much more to me than to deny I feel your arms around my sides and all…
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A Penny A tiny penny is a wish I am a tiny penny a dream piece of the stars a flicker of time a fleck of dust a sparkle in a young child’s eyes a bruise you felt on your knees a handprint in the sand a mark on your car a grain of salt…
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Driving in the driving rain floods filling up the Indiana plains It’s been raining since we left Kansas and I seem to have forgotten where my house is On all these roads I keep on learning more I didn’t know All these trails seem to lead to somewhere In all these dreams I keep holding…
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As the sun rays were warming the trees in the morning of Colorado skies, I was kissing the air in thanks that I was still breathing. As the snow effortlessly perched on top of all the green things, I walked around the block, ran a bit, then slowed down to be grateful once again. As…
anita lorraine moore 