In front of me
was a leaf frog
Passing me by
a grey path
Crisscrossing pattern
green/brown
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Author: The Golden Tears
Welcome to my blog, thank you for stopping by.
The Golden Tears, is a chance to showcase my poetry.
This is both a creative and therapeutic process.
Remember
remember to see beyond the horizon
as both the sun and moon appear
so too, will you
Clouds become mountains
Clouds become mountains
In clear skies
Rivers become lakes
In the still mind
Pathways are hideaways
For the poet
Hidden moon
Hidden moon
Cloudy sky
Words are stillness in the heart
as time fades
the past renews
our voice
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The time has come,
for the Leviathan…
Outside there will be silence.
Inside there will be peace.
The man strode
as the lion strides
an indigo sunrise
The Fallen
Within these walls
Lies the man
He who fort
Shall never die
In life
In life we have few things in which too share let one of them be love
