sitting on cedar knees
my feet touching water
am trying to write yours
ripples keep on erasing
...
i remember
when you’re running
towards me
like a football instant replay
...
pile of dirt about a story high
when wind blows thick dust fly
and when it rain, mud flows by
it’s been there for a long time
...
i am looking at rising; so nice
hoping to see your pretty eyes
reflecting on the face of the moon
watching over my very quiet room
...
oh! I see how cruel
your mouth could be
could it be to food
could be to my ear
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I am well rested
after day's work
few bruises I got
on my fingers, pain
...
black dots
on yellow shell
mumbling my wish
moving to my spell
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darkness wins again
not a whisper came
offered a sweet dream
but i’m consume reminiscing
...
unseen touch
softer than a kiss
left me in whirpool
full of desire to feel
...
drizzle came scaring spider
raffling down for safe cover
frogs jump to closest grass
blinking, letting rain pass
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