Tis Sun untrue,
in two,
he done of heavy weary?
For light given to the rose,
does he one the more, the other
favor new born bloom, a sweeter fragrance
’stead thorny prick, a drop of blood?
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Respite
Pause
to ponder
day diminished
‘neath majestic oak
winter bare thine leaf
where goes no shade,
dreary
dank
damp
here I cooled
mine restless heart
when warm and
overflowing
bursting
yet it yearns
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Genesis
blackness tumbles o’er horizon’s edge
fertile there where dawn lays low
breeze whispers spark her embers
blooms afire when stars retire
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Words
would I have said them yesteryear
as my mind inclined me tell
for fair heart struck me then
but then a starlit child at this
let fear’s rush stay me
from the who I think I Am
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