Bonnie Collins

Happy Birthday to someone who
is celebrating it very soon

If I could send a bouquet of
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Wandering alone in this empty
forest of darkness, stumbling
and falling as I go wondering
if the darkness now will be
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When the parting comes to view
and it is apparent that now all
is said and done, why is it that
there is such a need to forget
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Did you ever look inside a sea
shell, and see the beauty, then
magicly hold it to your ear,
and how you can hear the
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Watching your face, and looking
at you while you are napping, eye
glasses proped down to your nose
with book in hand where the last
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Take me back in time
Open my timeless capsule of
your soul
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Tides came and washed away
the empitiness inside my vacant
heart, the waves came with a thrash
and washed all the remains only leaving
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Encaptured in my mind still stands
the moment of the time when our
hearts were young and painted
with all the colours of youth
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Searching in the darkeness of the
hidden walls of your heart, are the
memories that have grown to haunt
you as days now have become decades
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Freshly fallen winters virgin snow
casting small white particles of
angel dust against the pane of
my broken heart
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As I walked passed you today
as we accidentaly ran into one
another, made a feeling inside
of me, feel like time had stood still
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When the fullest of the moons shine so
brightly is trully when I look up and wonder
how many moons have been and gone
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Stollen moments in the night as
the kaddie dids were singing
We danced to their music
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Tides have rushed in and taken
the time that was given to us, it
marched in and captured the very
epitomy of our souls, and left us
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Did you ever stop and listen to
the rain fall, or listen to the sound
of the summers gentle wind blowing
against your window
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Wispering pines and weaping willows
all hold the secret to my soul, as they
were the first to know of the night
we first kissed, we first held each
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Looking in my old room, cleaning out
the house after my mother entered her
final rest, as I looked at the walls that
once knew every secret in my tender heart
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Enchanting days of bliss are
the one commodity that still lingers
within my shadow wherever I go
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Home is where your heart lies
even if it is not a palace of
glittering golden staircase
bronzed with the ivory of
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Forty years of bliss and non bliss how do
you ever try to marinate all the non harmony
moments, to tenderize its foundation
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