Long brown hair finds gray,
She is beautiful in fall.
Older, I still love her.
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Cold mountain rain, kisses.
The peaks wear a foggy crown.
Stories live, in the mist.
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Brown dog at my feet.
Tales swim sluggish in my head.
Paper, sips up my story.
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A blue pen lays on my wooden desk. Its soul is encased in transparent plastic shell. The tube of thick blue ink is a pipeline for my creativity to flow onto the page. Imprinting my words into immortal tales. “What was it like to be human?” Writing; a mighty force indeed.
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Breath captured, by her.
Love rises in a white cloud.
My heart sings her name.
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Fingers dance softly,
on lovers skin. Goosebumps.
Must I go to work?
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Hot sweet swirl. Coffee.
Thick book. Crisp pages. Author long gone.
As I read, he lives.
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Dusty red stone path.
Blue sky. Cold wind. Summer fades.
Mountain Man walking.
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Rusty roof. Dying old truck.
Young son. Middle aged dad.
Memories are born.
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Gray clouds weep, rain falls.
Hot soups flavor, dancing taste soothes.
Glorious blanket.
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Hot black coffee drink.
My face drinks the morning sun.
All downhill from here.
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Snot streaks under his nose.
Toys thrown upon, everywhere.
2 year old finds joy.
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Heart pumps wild red love.
My glorious inflated torture.
Pressure of a kiss.
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To climb inside the emotions of another…
Avoiding a self shackled urge.
Watching the glowing shadow strands
of a heart, tearing within a moment.
Sympathy lives, when self dies
feeling the sorrow of
someone else.
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Gray clouds hovering.
Weary hearts, ooze purple worry.
Yellow sunlight, lost.
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