Daisy Lyne Thakerby

We live in a swirl of Masks.
In the Daylight Masks shine and dance about
showing off white-teeth grins
and playfully joking expressions
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Welcome, welcome
I'm ready for you.
Warm hands reach out
grasping my life
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Hello again,
Wind whispers gently.
Moon's serene face
brightens noticeably.
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I am a nature being.
My door to fall opens.
Cool air bathes my skin
sending bumps hopping
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I am a flame.
My tongue licks and caresses,
My light burns heat and
Sends it to your cheeks.
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I lie and wait,
The rubble ‘round your feet.
I plot a plan, this forgettable
Pebble am I.
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He is a book
With a beautiful title
And a flawless cover.
But alas, the cover is shut
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Elightenment,
One-ness,
Unity.
Live,
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She sheds her hopes
like leaves in fall.
The accusing wind
rips them from her soul.
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Budding manhood
Starting womanhood.
These are the times
when one learns
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She was not a fashionable girl,
says the single pair of ratty tennis shoes
slouching in the closet floor;
But, an artist, says the dark, demented
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Rustling leaves
rushing river
rough and slimy rocks.
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