springtime's magicwand flew like this
chadwick
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it began in her hands
she was first spring small crocus purple as a dance
shy as melting snowflakes scared of this big world
she did come along
touching lasted alongside night's oil lamp
her warmth sound asleep
cooled pillows last with old howling winds
reaching inside us
kindheartedness
inclined within & out of
a small miracle takes place daily
so our footprints go the trail of life
ups & downs lift & sink
we're still buoyant although river mad rides sick-black
just a taste of honey-wine
eyes of she
points smolder fingertips down simple daisies
she hands them over
my rotten falling just catches her net
without always & now having
the advantage of ours naps
winter's dragon turns whiter
crisps bluer than icebergs lost adrift on the painted sea
her breath a lighthouse
a golden-beam of faith
her very name
last & first
shared soil remembers vegetation & smoke to walk safely free
roots teach even frozen bones
it is the angel here that runs the valley
she'll always be open across great distances
a rainbow of sorts having the concert of her life
guess i'll just sit & have a listening of feel
she was first spring small crocus purple as a dance
shy as melting snowflakes scared of this big world
she did come along
touching lasted alongside night's oil lamp
her warmth sound asleep
cooled pillows last with old howling winds
reaching inside us
kindheartedness
inclined within & out of
a small miracle takes place daily
so our footprints go the trail of life
ups & downs lift & sink
we're still buoyant although river mad rides sick-black
just a taste of honey-wine
eyes of she
points smolder fingertips down simple daisies
she hands them over
my rotten falling just catches her net
without always & now having
the advantage of ours naps
winter's dragon turns whiter
crisps bluer than icebergs lost adrift on the painted sea
her breath a lighthouse
a golden-beam of faith
her very name
last & first
shared soil remembers vegetation & smoke to walk safely free
roots teach even frozen bones
it is the angel here that runs the valley
she'll always be open across great distances
a rainbow of sorts having the concert of her life
guess i'll just sit & have a listening of feel
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce