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Spontaneity In Crisis
Well it’s the tears really, come out of nowhere, set me in stone clearly don’t want to live there. ~ Watching a television show a melodramatic morning in any mundane episode I go tearing up and mourning. ~ Tearing up and mourning, haven’t any idea what it might mean, why it is this warning, get…
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When Last We Imagine
It isn’t until we know, that we decide we won’t go down that path again, we want to, want to stay there, watch the leaves turn see the beauty laid out before us, when no one need be nearby to remind us of just what was there all this while all this time energy spent…
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Whom Would Choose
if in a quiet corner of her room all of her pain revealed would it matter little personal doom holds back what is sealed. ~ She rose above the scrutiny a measure of confidence silent resolve speaks dignity all others a spoken chance ~ She wished her life could remind what purpose a challenge a…
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The Rains
I sat with a desk lamp nearby listening to the rains, I knew clearly the reason why this forest maintains ~ such wonderful animations in the mind, a forest may the soul in peace unwind. ~ Earlier in the afternoon sunlight before the setting of dusk, I watched the clouds in plumes might settle into…
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Last Spoken
When while every moment of life speaks with the echo of nature, some choose a concrete sentiment. Is it possible to know last words perhaps spill similar sound. ~ I wanted to say every moment meant the exact opposite of what remains, yet, the words, the voice, our own struggle to be the immediate in…
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Solace Undefined
One of my favorite words might be overused, less important to you even if spoken in the nature of you. Could we ever really give final definition to the thoughts we realize are sometimes a notion in our mind. I would sit here all day long only to offer her a moment of quiet peace…
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Changing Paths – I Still Do
We all know what we believe in the moment as we breathe the air around us would our lives begin to rush beyond the truth of what is love, what lays within our heart, how does the soul feel sweet reckoning. ~ I have experience in the truth of changing paths listened to fear tried…
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A Week in the Wood and a Lake
I spent the week in one of my favorite places, along the shores of Lake Superior. I camped in the Temperance river, and fished, hiked, and took a bike ride. But the most telling moments of the week were reaching the summit of Eagle Mountain, and sitting on a rock next to the shoreline watching…
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I Remember Reading
If you think about someone, they are a reflection of your life, this person. She compels you to imagine their well-being, sweet her Grace of compassion you discovered glancing in her eyes. ~ I read a book about love, two people so swept by one another’s sensuality that no one else could intercede their own…