Paige Thomas Poems

The clouds guide the tide,
as a lighthouse protects its rocky shore,
As if the sea is to hold its breath,
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The ocean’s current is in rhythm with the sky,
The blue drape is blanketed over by white waves of smoke,
In the grass of the field the wind blows,
creating a rippling pool entangling any entree,
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I feel alone,
And stand alone,
To hold my aching hands unaided,
I shed tears underneath the crystal light,
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Doors under way are left unopened,
shattered secrets left unspoken.

Windows closed and shut so tight,
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The sound of water fill my ears,
Countless memories of the winter years,
Another winter still is long,
the sun again will withdrawn,
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The sound of water fill my ears,
Countless memories of the winter years,
Another winter still is long,
the sun again will withdrawn,
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Winter blows are crisps and cold,
making angels in the snow,

Shadows dance across the ice,
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The kiss of spring,
it is near,
there shall not be,
any winter tears.
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The change is always outside,
the clouds turn gray and look to have cried,
seeing the rain drops crawl down my window,
off the roof tops while the wind blows,
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Love is a dream,
to care for someone with difference,
in color,
in harmony,
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