Poetry
A Feather in the Sun
I no longer hear the footsteps of a stranger from up the street out for a morning weekend walk with a growing little gleeful dog;
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I no longer hear the footsteps of a stranger from up the street out for a morning weekend walk with a growing little gleeful dog;
All throughout shrewd sea winds courted us Gangs of raucous avians swim through the rain Loud aching cries of pain echo As the luminous
The sun will purify my sight. My eyes will be like falling stars. The blue of the sky will be white. The palm trees will
I lay down on a sun warmed patch of grass upon a hill, And looking up to cloud-flecked blue, it seemed that time stood still.
I’ve crossed mountains of lifetimes to find you. I’ve climbed thousand walls Just to be by your side And answer as your lover. Sadly, I’m
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