dean collins Poems

Upon mist shrouded mountains Early mornings cold The first rays of the sun glistening Your coal black hair The tiny glowing ribbons providing warmth and light Upon this unforgiving place This terrain of our joy This terrain of our sorrow Enraptured by this warmth Dawn greeting another dawning day...
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I looked into darkness, Black, Cold, immeasurable, I saw nothing, Darkness looking back at I and I, darkness saw the same, Nothing, immeasurable nothingness....
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hunting magical beings upon a morning as the sun rose black caitaan began the dream of evil save the fallen one.. the tiny boat made way..the black sun moved as death..
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