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Strands of Sun

Sparkling eyes in strands of sun, Lifting lips into the breeze, Whispers of the breaths of spring, Crackling rustles in the trees, Perched upon a bluebird’s wing. Advertisements

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Getting Dirt on My New Jeans

Warming olive, forest greens, ‘Neath the trees, in my late teens Stealing kisses from the fairies, Getting dirt on my new jeans. Follow sparkling, honest glows, Feel the tracks between my toes, Find the faces in the tree bark, Down … Continue reading

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Somewhere in Between

Sometimes the tarmac feels a little rough, And sometimes life’s a little bit too tough, But when you feel the glass beneath your shoes, Remind yourself that you’ve nothing to lose.   And in the distance, like a tiny star, … Continue reading

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Waiting for the Snow

She shrugged herself into a golden pull, And sought out comfort from the downy wool, While watching snowflakes fall from dusky skies, The wonder glowing in her tawny eyes.   Impatient breaths steamed up the window pane, She found herself … Continue reading

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Notions of Skylines

She found herself lost in the falling snow,Bathed in the cold, alabaster glow.Hair framed her face with a burning hueWhile her eyes opened wide with a shocking blue. Her thoughts danced around in her ivory head,A soul made of sunlight, … Continue reading

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Forward Again

We walk to the edge of the trees, Push past all the branches and leaves, And bathe in the rays of the sun As they disappear one by one. The clouds leave pink trails in the sky, And we look … Continue reading

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Homely

The snickering cackle of old men drenched in alcohol, choking up tar and coughing at people, asking if any want a fight. Politely walk away, forget it. The wide eyed pigeons, almost looking shocked, ragged grey feathers in a bunch … Continue reading

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