You are the forest

I am the trees

You are the wind that blows through

I'm the leaves

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Long day

The comfort of my bed

Enveloped in the sheets

Freshly washed

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Oh, to love like in a book

To wrap my arms and soul around another

Fall into your eyes with just one look

And feel time slow,

And share each other.

Just for a few moments

A splash of sunlight illuminates

A patch of snow

Through the dark green and white

Pines

It glitters

And comes to life

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Sometimes you see a view

Or witness scenery in front of you

That makes you catch your breath

And stand still

And watch

And wait

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Knocking around in my head are these thoughts

Many, not many, then few, then a lot

I think about this

And I think about that

I think about things I had thought about, chats

Things to write down

And things to sing loudly

I want to share my thoughts

Do I stay humble, or go proudly?

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Satellites

Their blinking lights

Crossing far above at night

They cross and twirl

They fade and swirl

As they attempt

To join the ranks of stars

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Little white lies

Piling up like snow

A sprinkle here

A tidbit there

No harm

As light and easy as hello

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Across the screen across the field

The sparrow flies and flies and flies

Across the sky across the sea

The silhouettes of rustling trees
Dancing softly in the breeze
A bird that rushes past the sky
Slows down its wingbeats
Still, it flies
As the sky explodes in paint
And clouds unfurl

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The acorns are falling!

They’re here all around!

There, in the trees!

Over there, on the ground!

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Life’s a collection

Of flashes

Of sparks

Immersing yourself into music or arts—

Or picking some flowers just off of the road—

Or watching a faraway star just explode—

You can fill it with grandeur

Or fill it with pebbles

Or decorate it with all sorts of apparel.

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The sky has expanded – exploded in tuft

Spreading and scattering glimmering dust

Purple and orange, pastel hues of pink,

The clouds dipped in paint

Brush over the sky

Filling their canvas

With Rainbow and White

That’s what it is! That’s what it was!

When the internet could all fit in a box –

In a small little room

With a quaint wooden chair

You could go anywhere

Starting from there.

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The bass strums another chord that stretches

and echoes into the sunset

The golden sunlight washing over the city

pours down the street

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I

Don’t listen to the willows weep.

A wailing sorrow, cutting, deep

And if you lend their cries an ear

Astray from hearth and home you’ll keep.

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Red light stretching into dark

asphalt mixed and made your mark

After pouring rain gone by

The long

reflected midnight lullaby

In the throes of death two heroes stood

Two villains, husbands, men

One fought for those misunderstood,

And one protected them

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Oh, what wonderful heathens we were!

Dancing on nights with no clothes by the moon.

By the stars,

By the dark,

By the outlines of things:

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Reality has a distinct texture when you take a bite.

Between the click and the clack of your teeth

you’ll note the sharp and defined mouthfeel.

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