Clouds become mountains
In clear skies
Rivers become lakes
In the still mind
Pathways are hideaways
For the poet
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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
All that is good
All that is good
is green in the world
hold onto the blue
for without both
we shall perish…
A Purple Flower
She smiled at me
I smiled at her
surrounding one another…
We all have something!
As each day passes
one wonders what possibilities await?
Decided.
In awe she shall be!
