26 February 2013
The river of silk flows easily Through the delicate hands of sun's flowers Graceful, fluttering wrists The very image of home.
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Moon, of my heart Constant companion- Never am I lonely You wipe all tears away With your beauty and shine When I would be sorrowful You take it away By being there for me.
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The red hawk watches From a far distance of past Still we tremble beneath its memory Wounds too raw and deep To keep hope yet of healing
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Porcelain smiles Legs are wings, freedom Poetry in motion The mesmer of parasols
Opuss № I