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If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold
When Rivers rage and Rocks grow...

Roll on, keep walking, dear heart,
I pray you don’t fall for those who want you not,
In their name you will fight darkness and doom
As they watch from vantage points
As you bleed, they will call you weak
Dragging you through...

Where flowers bloom,
so does hope.
Life's too short
for empty vases,
so I fill mine
with color—
petals and peace,
right where I need them.
A gentle reminder
beauty still grows.

A funny old bird is a pelican.
His beak can hold more than his belican.
Food for a week
He can hold in his beak,
But I don't know how the helican.

Death is quiet,
not an edit,
not a deletion but a slight pause.
What's gone becomes a song
that is sung
by what is left.

Squares, circles, and stars
invite me to play.
Lines, curves, and squiggles
show me the way.
Letters, numbers, and signs
never suffice to say
that you mean the world to me,
more than the light of day.

Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her...

I stand still, staring at the sky,
Clouds rolling by, dark and light.
They’re quiet, but I can feel their weight,
Worries pressing, as if they hesitate.

They hold it in, we barely notice,
Until they break and rain pours on...

Who will sing the song
That woke us up every morning
The blue bird chirps a melody
Sweet as it seems, we hear an elegy
The sun rises in the East
But it's not a new dawn
Just another day to be withdrawn
Whoever finds the...

Might is blatant in flight
Guile as an eagle we flow
Gracefully we glide and go
But to grow we must settle
Like an eagle’s nest on a rocky perch
Fly, fly we may,
But by dusk we perch
To rest our wings!

It so happens he told me
When a great fire ravages a land
Beneath the thick layers of ash
Some embers fester and burn
And with a kind wind -
A fire may yet arise

As love falls down from the sky,
It lands on the wings of a butterfly.
The butterfly sings it's songs and rhymes,
And flies through the air, No concept of time.
It is the messenger of patience and change,
From flower to flower,...