Brooke Cadwell Poems

At night I dream of actions,
The actions of that day,
I dream of all my thoughts,
The ones that took you away,
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Through raging storms and crashing waves it holds and utter calm,
The sea though strong is kind to me,
It is where I belong,
Through Lava, rock, and ash as well it holds an utter calm,
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I watch them,
falling,
the white angles of the sky,
falling,
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We are linked,
together we shall stand,
against all else,
whatever shall happen,
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I feel your hand upon my face,
So warm,
I feel my head upon your shoulders,
So great,
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As leaves blow through desert wastelands,
wandering free,
the wind blows them,
they posses no limits,
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I feel your hands upon my face,
So warm,
I feel your shoulder on my head,
So great,
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