Ivory Snow Poems

Over the ocean,
into the shore
there was a place
many years before.
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I watch him,
he stands, he sits
he even walks in circles.
He does this because he cannot see
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The soft patter of tiny feet against the once warm wooden floor
now cold, all love begotten and estranged
the soft echo of laughter
through these now empty, gray halls
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Warm, soft, and delicious
It's swirly texture and cinnamon twist
the creamy icing sends your heart a flutter
and taste-buds craving more
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The sights my eyes have seen
go beyond the sky and sea,
go beyond my hopes and dreams,
the sights that my eyes have seen,
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by the ocean by the sea
i will always be
where time has no ties
and life has no line
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As my bones grow brittle and my blood runs dry, is there nothing left in this hard, short life?
As my bones grow brittle and my blood runs dry, is there nothing left to keep me alive?
Of brittle bones once full of marrow, and a heart made of the finest arrow,
little is to be seen...
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Little is lost, but much to be found
a hope, a dream, tossed onto the ground
the red scarf or the waves of blue
little to come, little to lose
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Freedom is a red scarf, catching the wind with her nimble fingers
red is the color of hope, and fire
fire is made from within the soul's caverns
the soul is a winter's morning
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Silently, and defiantly
lively, so driving
willing, but shrilling
crying, just dieing
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