i stood still
as the dew drop fell
on a blade of grass
that had a lot to tell
about the night before
when it felt so low
a sense of despair
no sense of where to go
about the morning
when the first ray of light
came gently
turning darkness to light
let us stand still
hear our breath
i am grateful for this different kind of love
from the other side of the earth
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dark clouds silver rain
purple leaves nothing in vain
in the walk of my life yesterday tomorrow today
all gifts i unwrap and it takes my breath away
when tomorrow comes and a new sun rises
i will remember today and its sweet surprises
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it is sunday
a day for blueberry
and crêpe and some whipped cream
a slow day with no worry
watch the graceful sparrows
tap dance
stare at the hues of the rainbow
that proudly enhance
deep blue skies
that let the clouds simply sink in
no questions asked
just believing
the sun that sets will rise
sweet freedom
is worth any price
for one can sleep
with no fear
wake up happy to
“crêpe, dear?”
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as the glaciers burned
and the rivers cried
in the purple mist
is it you who appeared
after walking many miles
you must have a story to tell
talking to the wind
drinking from the wishing well
come with me to the banks of the river
please look away
when i look into your eyes
and the sun sets today
another day
another dream
another lifetime
of not saying what we mean
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my summer
your winter
gently start
the raging fire
a silent conversation
with no end
beginning
just divine sent
where did you come from
i cannot remember
i read a poem
one december
you thawed my heart
my winter
your summer
better ever than never
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Read this poem again today and loved it…so many beautiful lines…”but I know it was something she did to my eyes
to make them see.”
You humans are all alike, no time no time,
no time is beautiful, before birth and after life.
My pancakes are shallow thoughts
stacked in the kitchen,
she adds a little honey.
I’m late for work at the hardware store,
mostly robots looking for spare parts.
They’re not like her.
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when
will the job be done
when the moon comes up
or the sun goes down
can’t fully comprehend
as i label
think
only some are able
one virtue
better than the other
winter harsher
than the cold summer
the white stars wait in the dark
to be understood and be seen
is the real
hidden in the dream
hold my hand
don’t stop me as i wipe your frown
when the moon comes up
and the sun goes down
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