Heather Burns Poems

No escape upon a face

not a trace to hide
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WINDS OF TIME

ETHEREE
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DEAR READERS,

I invite you
to come along with
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Shadows fade
night creeps in
darkness appears
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Swaying in the breeze
canopies gracefully bends
touching each other.
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The green has arrived
tiny buds yawn and wake up
anticipating
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Come occupy this moment
touch by April smile

Together re-assuring
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Disturbing the calm
strong winds sweep across the plains
gathering fragments.
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