Mandi June Poems

</>I bear these burdens day by day, for not that you should mind,
but living souls and beating hearts need more than what I find.
Purpose does not matter if the empty days ahead
make less the comforts of the night when we are warm in bed.
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The Soul; golden, vibrant, & spreading its wings;
Weightless, surrounded by glass.
More treasure and riches than pharaohs and kings;
A sieve through which self-doubt shall pass.
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The echo of Winter will never eclipse
The gentle breeze carrying Spring,
Or birds overhead, with their eyes well affixed
On the future for marvelous things.
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My soul is a radiant beacon,
Sharing Indigo waves of true love;
Protection & warmth to bring comfort,
As wool in a cold iron glove.
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I'd not dare complain
Of clean, vital rain
As falling like magic from heaven.
Remorsefully, so
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Wailing now continues with impeccable persistence.
I cannot place importance of this vermian existence.
The stringent noises calculate the perfect end of time,
But, space will conquer all that's transcendental and sublime.
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The dog and I were lying down,
When suddenly there was a sound.
Then voices came in blissful chorus
Angels stood in white before us.
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I see them as spirals
When I close my eyes.
Kaleidoscope figures
Of all shapes and size.
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I hope that goodness fills your life with everything you do
The laughter that you gift to those who mean the most to you
Will always be my weakness, for knowing that you're glad
In some ways makes me happy, not envious or mad.
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Forcing secrets from the earth the clouds build slowly higher.
Rising thickness in the air predicts war to transpire.
For nothing can wane the thunder and rain as the black forces light to retire.
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